Category: Poetry
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The river

Gradual hidden mass scouring rocks – strong sunlight flashing over black. ~ The world gently bends around the silent water, my energy draining down to the darkness. ~ Delicate branching fractals crossing land, pouring softly to the sea.
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I won’t be there

A torn rag flung down – a weak pulse the only movement of my broken body, as the cold wet concrete forms my sarcophagus. ~ I have one hundred beats. ~ I claim my liberation, in this space, the realisation, this is not my fault. ~ Unchained from control, my mind glows white, just one…
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Whale reflection

Sea mirror – shadow turns beneath, a cobalt wraith. Whale? Or memory?
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Dreamscapism

In the heavy dark, fractals flux and scintillate, vibrating colours. ~ Time disperses, light floods in, lands drift past, voices resonate, and warmth cascades and fills all space. ~ I float, gently on. Blackness crumbles in the past, enveloped in ice.
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Maybe we are alone

The sapphire sky above seems endless, and sometimes we forget the vast that lies beyond. The atmosphere, a fragile film, the skin upon our pond. ~ Lying still with open eyes, in dark and windless nights we listen to the silence. Our earth is flinging through a void of blackness, cold and violence. ~ Out…
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Greenhouse ghosts

Brambles. Shattered glass. Boiler pits, windmills and weeds. Hush. History. Rust.
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Overstimulation

Silver purple night – same light that barely traced a paltry evening disk. ~ Ceaseless resonance of sea. Clear oystercatcher call travels through this cool amphitheatre. ~ Clarity of mind, fine-tuned, no longer blinded, sensing inner self.
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Time winds

Trees softly strain night winds, tugging back the boughs. Back. Falling to childhood.
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Us

We are lost. Found. Free. Full. s a i s w w n t e a o p y r t m s. …