Warming up for Sunday

What is left are the echoes rebounding in the scaffolding, in the crumbling of monuments, in the taking of the sacraments and they are ringing out Hosanna in my ears. advancing years? and that could be so, but the years make no advances unto me. I may be lost amongst the sages chiselling words out…

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Sleepwalkers

..and the moment went as the thought tailed off into a distance which I couldn’t see, but I saw the sun shaking shadows to waken the hedgerows where the blackbirds flew into the light. Echoes linger on long after the real voices have gone, as images ripple in the flowing of streams so shall I flow…

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Ex147

I have seen the dark eyes of the wolverine, she who walks through all my dreams and I have touched her even as I screamed her name and in the echoes became her partner…

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The green screen

Synaptic messages crash, nerve endings screwed, you’d think they’d have used a different overlay. I’m in no position to say much, my sense of sight, sound and smell are gone. I still feel, can you touch me to see if I’m breathing. Nerves end in a brick wall and bounce back to replay my life,…

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