27.12.11
27.5.11
4.5.11
24.2.11
30.11.10
vines

winter awaits deep in the air
sky grey, dim from a layer the wind can't blow
leaves that sway falling
abscise parts of the mind
loosening what binds the body
to the perpendicular roots of this unreal center
mournful of what hands have made
nostalgic for old vines that take over
sky grey, dim from a layer the wind can't blow
leaves that sway falling
abscise parts of the mind
loosening what binds the body
to the perpendicular roots of this unreal center
mournful of what hands have made
nostalgic for old vines that take over

30.10.10
31.8.10
30.7.10
ancestors
4.6.10
1.5.10
vessel

the opaque curtain
gently sways
gently startles out of oblivion
the vessel which holds
the viscous substance
gently sways
gently startles out of oblivion
the vessel which holds
the viscous substance
20.3.10
13.3.10
2.2.10
...whisperer...
"...I felt a curious sense of fright and nearness to forbidden things; for the spite of the vagueness of most of them, they had a damnably suggestive power which was intensified by the fact of their being genuine photographs-actual optical links with what they portrayed, and the product of an impersonal transmitting process without prejudice, fallibility, or mendacity.
"I was told of the pits of primal life, and of the streams that had trickled down therefrom; and finally, of the tiny rivulet from one of those streams which had become entangled with the destinies of our own earth."
"I was told of the pits of primal life, and of the streams that had trickled down therefrom; and finally, of the tiny rivulet from one of those streams which had become entangled with the destinies of our own earth."
1.2.10
17.12.09
29.11.09
increasing
without vanishing into the night
in a state of anomie
surrounded by ancient and untouched
land in it's rudest form
humming of sirens, voices, all life maintained
benighted
in a state of anomie
surrounded by ancient and untouched
land in it's rudest form
humming of sirens, voices, all life maintained
benighted
6.11.09
27.10.09
october
fourteen miles of wandering
soft autumn ground
moss dripping branches
trudging in the half moon light
crackling deadwood
tealight lantern
misty air, lucid dreams
orb webs
soft autumn ground
moss dripping branches
trudging in the half moon light
crackling deadwood
tealight lantern
misty air, lucid dreams
orb webs
nightcap
poison
14.10.09
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