Monday, 11 April 2011

Strings Lordy

Strings Lordy's weaving

Electric ivy

Nails on china bells

Playing space in mesh tides

He's a crowd now

Driving a chorus of icicles

Through the misty wall

Country people who can

Only breath in the town

Town people who die

In the country

He's viridian he's crimson

Riding a colt

On a cliff edge

Our church is falling

In a bow to storm echos.


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