Take every observance, every experience, every unfinished line that is imprisoned within you, and send it off into the beguiling wild.
A poem of love and destruction.
I walk along the bitter sea. High waters brush against my knee, salt burning from uncertainty - a severed limb left amputee.
I was seized upon the sloping glen when I was twelve years old. You were stolen off the foggy moor, our captor she was cold.
Carry us on your swiftest fleet, entangle our bones in your silvery net, usher us in the glory of your chasm.
And like an untamed child, I steal away, to where everything is illuminated.
She greets you with her warm, terra cotta smile and parisian blue eyes.
A cinematic journey.
We didn't need a story, we didn't need a real world. We just had to keep walking and we became the stories. We became the places. We were the lights, the deserts, the faraway worlds.
Upon the golden shoots we rise, like gossamer creeping o'er the gate.
I open my eyes. I melt. Into the eternal night. A spark. You got me out of the darkness. You gathered me up from earth. You've brought me back to life.