31 Jul 2019

We Are 138 #2 - If

Turning quickly blood buzzing white noise ears wanting to orientate struggling against deafening oceans wanting to shale mountains to shingle shore nothing like this ever nothing like this EVER had been perceived conceived by all the cogitations of all the messiahs and mentats algebraic reasoning’s as x was no longer why because this no longer balanced the divide held the sky above and solid sweet earth below kept out there out there and in here in here as had always been as long as he could remember and long before he was a concept for those who now where only memories for him all with the same picture in the same frame conjoined clones rigid rail on which all was hung in identical format in Einsteinian regularity without shade or shimmer dun undaring until a question arose

If?

Ian Davies poets paints musics and photographs. Books = 4 (all on Amazon) Music = 10 CDs worth of folky stuff and a couple of proggy electronic offerings.

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