distance

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2019, 4*, air, distance, dust, future, haiku, passing, Spring, wind turbines

                                        distance

                                      passing revolving
                turbine blades; spring air stirs dust
                      into the future

 

 

 

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air wormhole: at Kreukenhof
haiku[esque] wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – pigs
passing & Spring wormhole: everything is caused by something, which / something is caused by something else, nothing / stands alone where all pass as phantoms

 

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passing

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2018, 5*, passing, realisation, revolution, train, wind turbines

                passing
                side-on to
                the turbine
                blades a

                whole cut
                is made
                clean to the
                revolution

                generated
                before I
                realise what
                has happened

 

 

 

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passing wormhole: it’s / not what you do or what you say / if it ain’t got that swing
realisation wormhole: The Passage of the St. Gothard, 1804
train wormhole: early // Minoan & Mycenaean Exhibitions in the British Museum – diptych

 

travelling // arrival

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2016, 9*, arrival, attention, awkward, black, blue, breathing, calves, Carol, clouds, co-ordinate, ears, eye, fields, groundlessness, hedge, horizon, identity, karma, leaves, letting go, notice, passing, sky, smell, teeth, thread, time, travelling, white, wind, wind turbines

                travelling – no theme

                when the wind blows
                leaves turn and follow like
                dislocated jazz-hands

                everything is parting
                and passing all around
                … me (is that the theme?)

                I can’t find what to
                think or notice; in the
                corner of my eye a

                small black creature
                keeps pace, stretched in
                leap over field, through

                hedge, unspite, imhindered,
                depossibly, gathering
                everything in disregard;

                bit between molars (for
                weeks, for days?) wedging
                teeth slightly awkward

                has just worked loose;
                there are skies, there,
                certainly, high, silky

                and whipped, and then
                blue-coagulated drifting
                like a fleet, like calves

                crossing fields ears
                waving, as wind blades
                heave beyond hill horizon

                I conjeal            myself
                in notice, relieved with a
                thread and co-ordinate

                where for to breathe
                again but having lost
                so much more that I

                never had; Carol shuts
                the Kindle and leans; I
                smell her warm head

                for miles – arrival

 

 

 

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attention wormhole: before any writing
black & blue wormhole: the silent night of the Batman
breathing & groundlessness wormhole: is this it // all the time
Carol & clouds & sky wormhole: Christmas 2015
hedge wormhole: free
horizon & white wormhole: looking ahead
identity wormhole: without any buffet at all
leaves wormhole: Batgirl –
letting go wormhole: “I need help”
passing wormhole: I am not yet ready
smell wormhole: St. Edmund’s / Parish Church / Castleton
time wormhole: looking / ridiculous
travelling wormhole: Tara mantras
wind wormhole: after all

 

the continental stride of trains

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'scape, 2013, Belgium, blue, clouds, continent, field, gods, hedge, landscape, passing, power, sky, speed, sun, train, travelling, trees, wind, wind turbines, wires

 

 

 

                                          the continental stride of trains

                                          in the time to traverse the wide field
                                          at 125 mph; one   two   almost three

                                          great turns of the titan blades sending
                                          wires elegaic across the land all tucked

                                          with tree and hedge before the god-
                                          clouds stacked high to low and hovering

                                          impossibly in the blue blue sky with wind-
                                          sculpted indifference and power of sun

 

 

 

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blue & train wormhole: gre[wh]y / has Daddy left us?
clouds wormhole: Sunday afternoon
field & hedge & passing & travelling wormhole: Eridge – Cowden
power wormhole: The Godfather III: // AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHH …
sky wormhole: three musicians
sun wormhole: along
trees wormhole: Railway Crossing, c. 1922-23
wind wormhole: Evening Wind, 1921