Two place-mats for you.
Love, de wonder, stuns de eyes.
Sudd'n rains. Snow. Suchlike.
Showing posts with label Rains. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rains. Show all posts
Sunday, February 22, 2015
Friday, October 16, 2009
October Rain in Gaia
["My mother is a fish" ~ J. Steinbeck]
Cold wind plows the ether, and plows there, gathering clouds in uneven, woebegone thotes.
Still, a felt frontal temp 'trop'.
Imagine, then, in that troopin townward, a bloody nuclear 'winder' and else that, let us further imagine, goes with it. How cataclysmic it would have been back in the day; how, lest we forget what ain't there (really) to remember, it would in its fullness, in a refreshed nightmare scenario, p.
And still, an October rain.
A passionate embrace of liquid presence like no other we want to remember just now.
And then.
This passion which is like no other.
This presence which is like no other.
We don't want to remember any another just now.
To c any another.
And we don't want to remember the 'trout' except by a flick --
of the imagination.
Flickerer's closer to his mother than she, she, thinks.
Redone (some): October 25-26, 2018
Cold wind plows the ether, and plows there, gathering clouds in uneven, woebegone thotes.
Still, a felt frontal temp 'trop'.
Imagine, then, in that troopin townward, a bloody nuclear 'winder' and else that, let us further imagine, goes with it. How cataclysmic it would have been back in the day; how, lest we forget what ain't there (really) to remember, it would in its fullness, in a refreshed nightmare scenario, p.
And still, an October rain.
A passionate embrace of liquid presence like no other we want to remember just now.
And then.
This passion which is like no other.
This presence which is like no other.
We don't want to remember any another just now.
To c any another.
And we don't want to remember the 'trout' except by a flick --
of the imagination.
Flickerer's closer to his mother than she, she, thinks.
Redone (some): October 25-26, 2018
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