Sunday, April 23, 2017

Stuart Rawlinson #10 - No Man's Land

No man’s land, no untamed
Tamed - whether weeds in between
The gaps in the flags on the garden
Path, nor the unbordered
Wilderness with its endless
Internal roots of renewal

Imagine brambles grown
Up to your chest - so every
Breath is a nick and a scratch
As you count to a thousand and
Hope an early death. Instead
No solace in numbers on the long

Count up. The mountains around
You vibrate on their shelves
Clouds slide behind them, mist
Slips down the valleys -
The whole scene is recorded
Stop motion, stop start.

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