If you spend enough time filling your space with junk, you inevitably run out of both.
Tag: poetry
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Pushed to the side
Derelict boats always make me pause. There is too great a contrast between an inescapably stationary object and its purpose – that of fast movement – encoded into its very shape.
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Light and shadow
Birds live in the light,
clear and bright;
freedom of flight.
Fish live in the depths,
swathed and complex;
joy of orgasm.
We live in-between,
under the skin;
over the chasm. -
Windows
I see the world through windows.
My preconceptions form perceptions,
creating a coherent picture,
a picture in a frame.
It irks me.
The limitation to my field of vision
is like an itch.
I want to leave the frame,
to stick my head beyond it into space,
to see the world just outside it
exciting, new – it has to be, I know;
I also know it is not an option –
the frame is in my head. -
Chasing the rainbow
It really helps if the range of your curiosity exceeds the diameter of your tunnel vision.
