Post by serena on Jun 21, 2014 0:10:04 GMT 8
Steel rolling across the tracks,
the sound of metal on metal, blurred with an imposed soundscape
imagination painting in the gaps between the synapses
in that moment, I sat suspended, one foot in the crystalline, the other from the burrowed loops of seconds
a turn of phrase borrowed from the corridor compositions of a disused office block
landscapes rush by, the definition of stones faded at the edges
merging together with foreign waters
a geography unmade, undefined, unrecognisable
No fixed address.
the sound of metal on metal, blurred with an imposed soundscape
imagination painting in the gaps between the synapses
in that moment, I sat suspended, one foot in the crystalline, the other from the burrowed loops of seconds
a turn of phrase borrowed from the corridor compositions of a disused office block
landscapes rush by, the definition of stones faded at the edges
merging together with foreign waters
a geography unmade, undefined, unrecognisable
No fixed address.