Tension crackles
In the electric air;
The fierce blue waits,
In the heat.
He feels the suspension silence,
Sees the rising waves
The anger beneath ashphalt.
It is still, silent,
Earth, beating, living,
Sky holding its breath
Of the next sweet surge

March ’05


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This blog is the collection of my poetry and prose, in chronological order from most recent to oldest.

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I am usually singing words as well as writing them, and make lots of other art. You can find me & my other art at any of the below links. x

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