Losing the light – Marconi Union
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We fall from trees with grace.
Wrapping the air around us.
Invisible flares escape,
beauty in the nothing.
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With skill we harness gravity.
Port de bras, passing branches.
Entrechat to gain velocity.
we learned this ages ago.
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Slowing to contemplate metaphase.
I watch the steps.
You watch the degage.
And we carry on.
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Making figures in the crepuscular rays,
We bow
where our coast meets the waves
and we reach the ground.
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image: Mike Homnick
Air – Biological
O' underneath the steady growing backlit sawtooth leaves,
A single history hidden beneath. Curators of the heart,
unpack the spark. Set it free. This one's his to solve.
Planting puzzles(from something like the pit of an olive)
Be strong. Be strong for me in the rain. Don't rust, tin man.
He did. He was ferrous enough for the both of us.
The anger. Broke his mind. Splint his old ways but hope
they never return.
See the sum of the parts. The perfect upbringing. Rustic.
image: keighty
Seasinks
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