The first thing you notice
As the clothed self starts to dissolve
Is the relaxation.
A kind of sinking into the the buoyant world
And surrender
So is in there too
But not capitulation poor and bowed
More a fizzy feel for all the
Overwhelming all
That can be
In the curve of fences
Seen from trains
And blurs of green and soft remembered walks
Of girls.
Mostly.
I have to say.
And moon and planets squirrelled through
The secret words of electrons to
The screen.
Food is all around us but we starve.
Apr 5, 2010
Apr 5, 2010 at 11:39 AM UTC
The first thing you notice
As the clothed self starts to dissolve
Is the relaxation.
A kind of sinking into the the buoyant world
And surrender
So is in there too
But not capitulation poor and bowed
More a fizzy feel for all the
Overwhelming all
That can be
In the curve of fences
Seen from trains
And blurs of green and soft remembered walks
Of girls.
Mostly.
I have to say.
And moon and planets squirrelled through
The secret words of electrons to
The screen.
Food is all around us but we starve.
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