Natural Rotations

To the Left.

To the Right.

Tall trees are breathing through scrapes of branches of concrete, 

To get inside the windows of your eyes made of glass,                        
Just leave my eyelid run in the river of clouds.                                       

                              

To the Right.

To the Left.

Those thoughts of fleshy shadows leaving your skeleton,                                
Are sailing on every spiral of blood that cut’s up the abstract veins.          

Your Smoky Neck against the Beat of my rotary City,                                       

Moans in small laughs per step inwardly, howling belly of your building.

Straight ahead…

“I’m counting Corridors”

Music : Esben and the Witch - Corridors

A penny for your Tears

Another Bag full of empty histories and your face opened to write another book.

Erased pencils missing in the colours of your Eyes are moving swiftly beneath the static Face.

The beat of words in your wooded Heart is trying to escape into your Hand...

Let them jump into my Bag of Tears and transform into another forgotten richness which shines in the golden Absence

A penny for every Tear that you give...

Music : Optimist - Zoe Keating