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leaving the nesti am halfway to infinity
soaring celestial heights
heading somewhere where
angels have never trod and
no child has played before.

this is a galatial sketch
of humanity; the universe
an anatomical detail of the
human head. god is a medical
student in her first year
at oxford, perhaps. earth
is part of a searing game of
pinball in the pupil of an
iris of an orbit of an eye.

thirteen big bangs later and
i am two hundred light years
away from your mocking coulrophobic
grin and your painted jezebel
face. the dystopia of western
culture is in your head and
i shook it off as i cursed my
way through the ozone layer.

(my apologie

sunflower girlshe clothed
herself in gold
sunflowers to prove to
everyone that she didn't dream
in black.

she wished
upon stars that
yellow days and daisy
skies would return and he would take
her back.

she dreamt
of darkest night
without a star to shine
and glitter silver through the clouds
bright white.

two years
of silence, then
she screamed.

the jellyfish(sunlit) river in strange

- spiked -

lines. illusion and a breath,
caught but never released.

(i thought) there were

- sea urchins -

of magnificent size suspended
and waiting beneath the greenish
slip-on alligator skin of the water.

(they told us) there was

- an anaconda -

left behind by a film crew
in a sleepy dorset village.
the only thing anyone left
behind here was the abbey.

(they said) it was

- the season -

for jellyfish to be born and
we saw them - purple-white-pink-brown
clear mysteries, too small to

while there's life there's...first: the brevity of our short lives

[mayfly days]

that moment when you realise the whole
universe is spinning but you are standing

...still...

and then the moment when the world stops
spinning and you go on, dancing like

[a dervish of a dandelion
seed in the first throes
of a hurricane tantrum]

a life is in the palm of your hand -

see, five

imprintsstrange how time
can snatch someone away.

their tender footprints are
erased from the earth.

their split-second hopscotch voice
no longer echoes on the wind.

their effervescent smile is
no longer seen under the sun.

but their handprints remain
on people's bruised hearts -
the colours of their words remain
in that corner of the mind
where treasures are kept -
and the strands of their story remain
in the soul of humanity.

no-one is ever forgotten.

minnowingsoporific eyes
washed up whilst beach-combing, sand
caught between cold toes

if i swallow ice, will an
iceberg grow in my stomach?

like apple seeds and
orange pips; shades of yellow
days and green-eyed smiles

tell a child a story when
the earth is flat; slip over

beautiful swan dive
into ocean limbo depths
of bottled longing

catch me in a fishing net
with slippery minnow hair

siren call, float by
to run aground and leave me
drowning quicksilver

what's the time? consult your sundial
dandelion clock of birth

one wide-cheeked white puff
blow me away; daisy-chain
prison bars fracture

brittle bones fragment; crumble
bitter

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Let It Outby ~ClioStorm

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Needed to get stuff off my chest... this is what I feel like at the moment >< don't ask...

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~Dragoonda3 Nov 28, 2010 Professional Photographer

Love the picture.. I can so empathize with the feeling.

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~livholland Nov 7, 2010 Traditional Artist

Wow, really cool. With the colours it looks like literally burning with anger!

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Mood: Love

~sweetlave Nov 6, 2010 Student General Artist

this is so cool

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