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Unfinished Symphony
Rain and thunder. Calm and intensity. Unrelenting pulse, hammering through the rich tapestry of streaking lights of yellow and red. Dwarfed beneath the majesty -- an unknowable expanse reaching out of sight, into the mist, through the clouds, sparkling. Man and machine intertwined in an eternal, hypnotic ballet. Something beyond comprehension. Melt away.
Voices
A moisture dew clings to withered blades of grass: shuddering, sequestered in patches, in concrete cracks of the sidewalks and curbs. A dirty plastic package husk flits and bobs in the currents of the dense breeze: colliding and scraping the rough ground, twisting, and leaping up, almost blent against the drear grey sky. The sun tentatively pushes out the stagnant premorning fog, and it finds our traveller free of the city, rubbing its sullied hand against young wildflower stems, fields of grey-brown-green, and slanted trees.
How to Disappear Completely
The grey drizzle spreads together in a sheet, passes tight over your stolid face. Slowly rotating as if in a dream, detached from gravity's hold. And yet the weight of cities and broken dreams and an acrid breeze fills onto your shoulders
Grace Cathedral Hill
The fresh salt flows off the ocean, over the moored boats, historical plaques, walkways, and tourist shops. The sun fills up the air, but cannot completely deter the indignant cold that rustles hair and pricks at skin till it is melting snow to the touch or hold. Turn together and enter a quaintly decorated box of wood and plaster that advertises home-made ice cream in elegant script on a sign outside. An orange buoy bobs slowly in the blue brown water of memory.
Elios Therepia
A quiet glade in the densest time of summer. Soft light dances through the tapestry of leaves swaying to the beat of the wind. The brilliant golden green of the grass shimmers as the long stalks shudder toward the east. The warmth of the clear blue sky entices a rainbow of blossoms toward the unreachable heights above.
Coming and Going on Easy Terms
The shimmering heat of noonday sun, and bursts of fluid movement as vehicles leap into stuttered, accelerated motion. Forward and backward on both sides. Red light. Green light. Solitude cloistered away under shielded eyelids and held breath.
Time Bomb
A rope twists hard around a tense hand and threatens to snap both under the pressure. Clench tooth. Splattering out cells of anger, regret and resolve, distress. Frantic, desperate calamity grinds closer.
Shanty for the Arethusa
The salt and the air buffeted their backs as they leapt from the rolling deck and slid down to the rowboats below. Oars pumped, and the depthless dark black sped under them, towards orange and crimson lights that danced in rows of windows and shed out into the dirty streets.
J'ai Dormi Sous L'eau
There is strange contradiction in the breath of the sunless night. It is cool in temperature and chills the skin, but imbued with inner warmth, perhaps gathered from the lungs that lie above, in reams of rolling grey.
Cherry Coloured Funk
The warmth of a smooth, remembered caress. Snuggled together by a crackling fire, or sprawled beneath the gentle summer breeze and sun. Steady eyes hold steady eyes, but hearts within are dancing. A butterfly flits, becomes a lazy moth. The hazy orange borders of past and future come blurred
5:15. Angels Have Gone
The wet air and the sulphur of the big city crowd in on your loneliness. This dusk. The lights reflected on the glistening asphalt. How the cold melts through your tightly clenched windbreaker. The hole in your heart. The missed opportunities, and the aimless wandering of the present.
Rain and thunder. Calm and intensity. Unrelenting pulse, hammering through the rich tapestry of streaking lights of yellow and red. Dwarfed beneath the majesty -- an unknowable expanse reaching out of sight, into the mist, through the clouds, sparkling. Man and machine intertwined in an eternal, hypnotic ballet. Something beyond comprehension. Melt away.
Voices
A moisture dew clings to withered blades of grass: shuddering, sequestered in patches, in concrete cracks of the sidewalks and curbs. A dirty plastic package husk flits and bobs in the currents of the dense breeze: colliding and scraping the rough ground, twisting, and leaping up, almost blent against the drear grey sky. The sun tentatively pushes out the stagnant premorning fog, and it finds our traveller free of the city, rubbing its sullied hand against young wildflower stems, fields of grey-brown-green, and slanted trees.
How to Disappear Completely
The grey drizzle spreads together in a sheet, passes tight over your stolid face. Slowly rotating as if in a dream, detached from gravity's hold. And yet the weight of cities and broken dreams and an acrid breeze fills onto your shoulders
Grace Cathedral Hill
The fresh salt flows off the ocean, over the moored boats, historical plaques, walkways, and tourist shops. The sun fills up the air, but cannot completely deter the indignant cold that rustles hair and pricks at skin till it is melting snow to the touch or hold. Turn together and enter a quaintly decorated box of wood and plaster that advertises home-made ice cream in elegant script on a sign outside. An orange buoy bobs slowly in the blue brown water of memory.
Elios Therepia
A quiet glade in the densest time of summer. Soft light dances through the tapestry of leaves swaying to the beat of the wind. The brilliant golden green of the grass shimmers as the long stalks shudder toward the east. The warmth of the clear blue sky entices a rainbow of blossoms toward the unreachable heights above.
Coming and Going on Easy Terms
The shimmering heat of noonday sun, and bursts of fluid movement as vehicles leap into stuttered, accelerated motion. Forward and backward on both sides. Red light. Green light. Solitude cloistered away under shielded eyelids and held breath.
Time Bomb
A rope twists hard around a tense hand and threatens to snap both under the pressure. Clench tooth. Splattering out cells of anger, regret and resolve, distress. Frantic, desperate calamity grinds closer.
Shanty for the Arethusa
The salt and the air buffeted their backs as they leapt from the rolling deck and slid down to the rowboats below. Oars pumped, and the depthless dark black sped under them, towards orange and crimson lights that danced in rows of windows and shed out into the dirty streets.
J'ai Dormi Sous L'eau
There is strange contradiction in the breath of the sunless night. It is cool in temperature and chills the skin, but imbued with inner warmth, perhaps gathered from the lungs that lie above, in reams of rolling grey.
Cherry Coloured Funk
The warmth of a smooth, remembered caress. Snuggled together by a crackling fire, or sprawled beneath the gentle summer breeze and sun. Steady eyes hold steady eyes, but hearts within are dancing. A butterfly flits, becomes a lazy moth. The hazy orange borders of past and future come blurred
5:15. Angels Have Gone
The wet air and the sulphur of the big city crowd in on your loneliness. This dusk. The lights reflected on the glistening asphalt. How the cold melts through your tightly clenched windbreaker. The hole in your heart. The missed opportunities, and the aimless wandering of the present.
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