in svalbard, i watch the northern lights
a neon bruise on the tiny patch of infinity that
fizzes endless chaos atoms above my head
we’re the ghosts of those who touched us
but if you distil the maelstrom down to its purest form
all that’s left is your heart pumping blood, your brain crackling
and the saliva that passes between our lips when we kiss
Magnificent Stu . the title alone is enough tantalise the mind let alone this take on the wonders of the universe. Great
You make words 'sing' and thus, the ideas themselves. Glad you're booked for Sale in June.
cheers all! nice to be back posting a few things now the sites settled back down to its beautiful, swan-like self
Welcome back with full arsenal of worde magicke Stu. It all makes wonderful imperfect sense. It was so good that I mentally photographed it and kept the negative. (Old style)
Ray
A summary if there ever was one. A clever piece. I enjoyed it. Thanks Keith
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Stu Buck
Fri 1st Mar 2019 20:11
thanks cynthia - really hope to see you there!
thanks martin - might see you there as well!