Drenched…

in lost.

Meaningless linguistics

so powerfully, surgically stripping

(so lovingly)

mind’s creases,

ribboned into staff –

the soft landing place for notes

beloved by two opposing

abstractly wooded dreams.

Spring shoes of eucalypt scent

skipping through snow

and leaving imprints

I don’t want to follow home…

(PS. this video is mesmerising in full screen)

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