poniedziałek, 3 marca 2014

The Changing of the Guard

'On my comma nd... Write turn!'
'Forword march!'
Won to... Won to... Won to...
'Fool stop!'
'At ease!'
No more standing to attention.
'Cease fire!'
Last bro ken words have finally abandoned me.
I AM speechless.
While the sun is rising... for...

sobota, 1 marca 2014



And the night ink writings link up lots of daily plots which ramble darkly around the spinning threads of the daylight ray-weaves every time the sun moons about the wave pulses of a bun dance to clean sing sound vibrations.