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2019, 7*, birdsong, camera, clouds, corridor, dancing, drifting, elm, evening, faces, fields, focus, forest, gold, grey, hills, horizon, leaves, nebula, nightingale, photography, planet, purple, red, skeleton, sky, space, spire, stars, sun, thinking, trees, words
I took my camera into the fields
but it was only after the
purple-grey clouds drifted
across the horizon and the
wilted leaves had turned
their face once more to the
evening sky, when the sun
broke low across the fields –
old gold across the treetops –
that I’d dansed macabre
with the tripodial skeleton
before the red hemisphere,
reclined upon distant hills,
extinguished like a farce
and the populace of the
heavens radiated above me
and behind, the grates of
all space between the two
sentinel elms, it was there, I think,
I left this planet
at a tangent (glow of a
lantern disappearing down the corridor)
deep, until whole nebulae
were within my pluck,
but even before Antares
had touched the nearby
spire, the nightingale had
been deep in construction
of the following day’s forest façade,
free free of all possible words and
zoomed foci
read the collected work of ‘Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters]‘ as it is published: here
this is an appliquiary to: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J. Redford – Sky
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clouds & evening & gold & grey & hills & horizon & leaves & red & sky & space & stars & sun wormhole: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J. Redford – Sky
dancing wormhole: Pilot 125 … // … being excursion in the interludes
faces wormhole: on facing the Have
purple wormhole: SPRING AND ALL I by William Carlos Williams
thinking wormhole: writening
words wormhole: A Corner of the Garden at the Hermitage, 1877
