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2016, abundance, atrophy, bitterness, Bowie, city, cross, curtains, decay, defeat, dockside, earth, gods, hatch, horizon, humanity, love, mortality, mountain, opening, pen, piles, plane, portal, privacy, rage, reverse, river, ruler, sphere, step, tears, wanting, waves
reverse
of usual effulgent horizons opening like shallow waves
logarithmically
wanting
fall-to-knees mortality and tears over abundance, equally
untenable
atrophic
stepped to the earth
from the mountains
a god stood like a man
down by the docks, by
the piles, while a city grew
and festered all about
the river: hatch and cross,
pen and ruler, private
and bitter, sphere and
plane, all with woven
curtain pulled, defeated,
across every portal, and
no room for Quiver of
Tiffany, only a rage that
I cannot control, after all
through the lonely portals of The Supermen, 1970; Saviour Machine, 1970; Running Gun Blues, 1970
Read the collected movements in David Bowie: Movements in Suite Major
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Bowie wormhole: my // shell – poewieview #19
city wormhole: gotcha
curtains wormhole: the art of sit and follow
horizon wormhole: stacked
love wormhole: where the goblins leered – poewieview #14
river wormhole: the silent night of the Batman
tears wormhole: dear clown’s face
waves wormhole: thick thick fog
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