HallwaysHALLWAYSHallways
steady flood of information nothing truely real,
lack of wordly time sensation
this is how I feel.
Words and actions flying past, all completely lost on me,
People coming,
going fast,
Nought to see.
My reaction's rather slow nothing intresting about it,
so far as I think I know, I could do without it.
Remembrance Day RecollectionsREMEMBRANCE DAY RECOLLECTIONSRemembrance Day Recollections
bee-buzz of a large projector builds a shimmering light parade over smooth and riotous surface in a luminous cascade
suffocated by a shadow splashed across transluscent film it ignites the brief bravado of a long-forgotten hymn
across barren sandy oceans through the wind and missle rain children sit eclipsed in mumbles thickly set in warmth and shade
watch the fliskering candle people briefly perish one by one under scorching heat dictated by the blinding desert sun
and they hud
WatercolourWATERCOLOURWatercolour
A thunderclap runs down
the
hills and through the canyon as it wills, collapsing in upon itself it fumes and covers all the shelf in spittle, ROARS the speed of sound exalted when it hits the ground with every battle cry
ConversationCONVERSATIONConversation
Between the lines and empty spaces an ever-changing nothing lurks that fills the holes made in our phrases and smoothes the message as it works so that the surface of a sentence is indecipherably clean and passes on, without amendments back to the nothing in between
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