In the loch
there stood, tall and swinging
scales and things.
But believe, even though for lack of seeing,
that packs and packs of animated discs;
had made and sewn a roughed up green;
had formed a figure out of the dark; out of the lake; out of the still.
And that figure moved slowly,
without bending,
back down into the waters.
Saturday, August 8, 2009
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quite a good comeback, after your, two week long, hiatus.
ReplyDeleteI like it.
For some reason I think this is one of my best pieces.
ReplyDeleteI just really love how it turned out.