..on earth as it is in heaven...
stony gods of abandonment
give the sieve a shake
there's shelter in the tenement
but high stakes upon the plain
fists round like pomegranates
fit beneath the jutting rib
hooks full with undead dying
and gawping mouths unfit to live
--take comfort in the all-in-all
the fishers' boats are sinking
where they can't afford the jib
Landi Cruz
Wed 17th Apr 2024 16:33
Hello, Manish and David )
Observing the interplay of raw ideas with the words chosen to abstract them can be stimulating. Though, it's like a feedback loop which is dynamically almost outside of my control. Depending upon the length at which I wish to explore, I usually end up in a place pretty far from where I began, and it's certainly not guaranteed that what I've expressed is coherent when I
get there.
Thanks for the comments and for all those who made a gesture of appreciation 🌷