Conversations- dots on a line- markers of time- my
soundtracks. Grey paper white skies- London skies in February. Sunk into
rooftops stark vistas, notebooks and dried rose buds. The square the echo a
lifetime of picking flowers before the blue. Blue sky shouting chromatic a
nervous inky seed spreading into the order- one two – a pair –twins- oh look at
the twins!
Walking through this with my philosophy of rain. A park stark winter
bone trees followed by a magpie- black and white-a map of prophesy- one for
sorrow- hello Mr magpie, hello Mr magpie, hello Mr magpie
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