"...What other sound could be like this?
Which other note could trespass on
to where the likes of tears are formed?
What else speaks so well
of wilderness, of loneliness?
Which alternate voice could manifest
this desolate deliverance?
Such trifling themes as life and death
are kept in Curlew's calls..."
Nov 5, 2016
Nov 5, 2016 at 4:10 PM UTC
"...What other sound could be like this?
Which other note could trespass on
to where the likes of tears are formed?
What else speaks so well
of wilderness, of loneliness?
Which alternate voice could manifest
this desolate deliverance?
Such trifling themes as life and death
are kept in Curlew's calls..."
Curlews!...Heard one call in a white-out, not seen, just heard..stumbled across the corpse of a fresh **** ..there was blood on snow,...shock breath mingled in the vapid loss of horizon.
We , like Curlews, will always feed on the margins of the everyday.....
If my voice could be anything like theirs...if only....I would swallow my share of lugworms to know their truths....
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