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2016, 20th century, afterlife, Bowie, childhood, cocoon, death, driving, faces, footsteps, futility, headache, history, hope, horizon, identity, life, lifetimes, perception, porridge, sight, society, sound, tarmac, theremin, time, trend, weariness
and then there is a ready-delivered weariness
in life after things start to echo: a theremin note
receding back towards past wistful horizon;
and then the footsteps march muddy over
recalcitrant tarmac, the tyres keep turning
through skiddy porridge despite all steer;
it starts as top-spin kwinkle, first off, then
the taran-tadaa of new-stood sight, to the headaches
that leave the face all palsied, until the pallid
cocoon folds in to snuff the tired trend of hope
you have to go deep into the corridors and past the tall windows, to get to eventual recognition – let alone re-cognition when it cannot be found – with only brief respite between thoughts and the too-closeness of every footstep; you cannot escape the footsteps, no matter how many doors you peep into; After All, 1970
Read the collected movements in David Bowie: Movements in Suite Major
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20th century wormhole: the 20th century
Bowie wormhole: and that’s where I are
childhood wormhole: through
death wormhole: life [‘n’ death] / legerdemain – poewieview #15
faces wormhole: Shonagh – poewieview #17
history & society wormhole: hinged – From Hell ch. V
horizon wormhole: Quiver of / Tiffany – poewieview #20
identity wormhole: true nature
life & time wormhole: b / r / e / a / t / h / i / n / g
lifetimes wormhole: my // shell – poewieview #19
sound wormhole: always
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