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.



2011



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