Dream #17

white finger stretching south

beyond the headland

scratching open the sky

I rigidly follow the pilot

curled tight in a too small seat

the aircraft casting a fleeting mark

a dark crucifix on the rising sea

a pulse passing through the Channel

heaven howling echoes

in the chambers of my heart

I know not where I am going

nor why I am gone


CLP 12/06/2021


  1. Love this one my friend 👍🖤

    1. Dear YLC, Thank you. Digging in some painful seams atm. 🙏

      1. I guessed so.
        And most likely why they resonate with me 🖤🖤

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