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Having skipped through fresh bloomings of Lesser Celandine, feet numb to their shiny hearts; one-foot-spanned the wild River Beal, the other missed, trailed, became sodden. Green eyes scanned, surveyed the horizon, with its path to Gallows hill, so with one foot cold he ascended; Tarmac pounded his heart, as words, from god-knows-where, flushed synapses. Perhaps it was the discord of former chains ratting in the bleakness, crimes of dependencies crying for release that swept his attention on the wind, or a lapse into timeless genetics, coursing naturally. He died up there, left a ghost on a former gibbet, then descended to the Beal's banks of Yellow Flag Iris. June 2014
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Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 1:00 PM UTC
On Becoming a Man in Milnrow
Having skipped through fresh bloomings of Lesser Celandine, feet numb to their shiny hearts; one-foot-spanned the wild River Beal, the other missed, trailed, became sodden. Green eyes scanned, surveyed the horizon, with its path to Gallows hill, so with one foot cold he ascended; Tarmac pounded his heart, as words, from god-knows-where, flushed synapses. Perhaps it was the discord of former chains ratting in the bleakness, crimes of dependencies crying for release that swept his attention on the wind, or a lapse into timeless genetics, coursing naturally. He died up there, left a ghost on a former gibbet, then descended to the Beal's banks of Yellow Flag Iris. June 2014
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Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 1:00 PM UTC
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