monocular vision
a series of cross-purposed escalators
ascending in a diagonal haze.
ascending in a diagonal haze.
the fragile ellipsis of word play
lining notebook pages.
layers of patchy cement dust
lining notebook pages.
layers of patchy cement dust
scudding across the horizon.
a labyrinth of steps colliding
in an escherial disappearing act.
eyes lifting upwards, outwards, onwards.
disjointed lyrics drifting
circularly in my spaghetti skull
as the voice of change crescendos within,
caressing internal and external forward momentum.
a labyrinth of steps colliding
in an escherial disappearing act.
eyes lifting upwards, outwards, onwards.
disjointed lyrics drifting
circularly in my spaghetti skull
as the voice of change crescendos within,
caressing internal and external forward momentum.
posted by skatey katie @ 8:00 AM
4 Comments:
Unsettling, isn't it? Hook your wagon to the hope part of change, and it will carry you through -- at least, that's what I'm aiming for. Love your words. I think I'll copy them and carry them in my pocket -- Hey! My apron pocket!
I am coming to your house to hear your heart and get more details;-)
It'll be a late couplea nights.
as for the 8-0-8-0, made me think of 0800-838383 so I guess we'll eat pizza on the Saturday night OK!
"my spaghetti skull"... oh I've got one of those too!
I have to get out my dictionary to look up a couple of those words hunny, but I love the expression. I remember you telling me once that playing with words is usually something we do when we are processing big stuff! I got a bit of momentum from the New Beginnings of 08-08-08...will see how long that lasts!
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