‘muscle memory and mind’, the triangle, bristol 8
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i pass the tower we built. i am celebrating the birth, the birth of another day.
the bull, the bear and the boy sit uneasy in the same room. run: don’t stop…
… when you do – wrap warm and come closer than before. link arms, share smiles and protect. did you know – you are flush with blood, peach melba, under the softest sun ever known to man?
and beware the sliding door. skin – fluero grey on film – is eaten from the inside in. he is a hungry beast.
away from the dazzle of predators and branded prey, to the long open road. toward the southern solstice i have begun to track – my beast – though it lies 100 coastlines and 1000 tides away.
his whisper may be faint but i hear him. calling, calling me out. calling my head, heart and eye to align this day.
“i am the cloud in the sky, the sky. i am the bird in the tree, the tree. i am me to you, as you to me. i am happiness as naturally can be. i am time: the start, the end. stay close. don’t leave.”
and all was still.
me too: finding raised vantage – i lay my head and breathe breaths so cold in, so warm out, into a sky relating no needs or deeds.
i follow fireflies as smoke sprinkles my ceiling. a sweet scented hope takes my mind another place. staring, once again, into my makers’ face.
thank you for reading don’t forget the sun. take care. k x