taken by your music to a land of loss, bare, stark, it dares me enter places i would shun, deep in a heart of terror where the sun burns or vanishes. hear the cries of realisation, the recognition that lies in those extremes we bear within us. you have voyaged to fearful places and returned […]
that first outburst, a universe inventing itself as it expands – the will to be is born again time after time, making, unmaking, propelled by joy from the beginning. showers of high notes like shafts of sunlight pierce through the deep dark that dances with dust motes. out of what darkness did this rise in […]
Seen from behind parked cars and walls of privet
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