The Empty Standard

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as the seasons change the flood leaves remnants…newly forming river ghosts…fleshier assemblages in comparison with the dried out shapes of last winter…still dead…access points to empty states in dream time….routes through the thinning hedge and bracken…

Pewter Suitor…tangled in the bracken…

the mud slides veer us into near brushes with the kingfisher banks…slippage…here the set bone cracks like a dried branch fallen from a Summer’s splendour…light still plays but other elements and senses are lit….the raised wick…the dust-burning revived pilot…

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the danger is in the commonplace…of being set in one’s ways…of being out of season…blind to its new sequences….its differing demands….its lessening hold…sensory  exercises…night missions…acclimatisations….the flow moves beyond the banks…the value is not in what it holds but in what holds it…desire’s fashionings…needs must.

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which voices and tongues are using YOU?  what speaks through you?

catch phrases…key words…locking and unlocking bony, disintegrating fingers….mispronounced by a toothless mouth…the cliches…the idioms…tell tales…they are like signatures…the seemingly random, throwaway, non-intended….marrying themselves like a parasite to your frame…perhaps YOU are the parasite? hmmmm?

cat got your tongue?

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