The weightlessness of surfing,
the unmonitored pursuit that is
catching a wave
into dead space populated
by figments,
brings me crashing to the beach.
Buried. Inside out;
retching around a glassy pebble.
A gallstone.
An avalanche of unanswered mail,
virtual splintered bone.
Orbit and muscle, unblinking eye.
The sin of omission. A harbinger.
the unmonitored pursuit that is
catching a wave
into dead space populated
by figments,
brings me crashing to the beach.
Buried. Inside out;
retching around a glassy pebble.
A gallstone.
An avalanche of unanswered mail,
virtual splintered bone.
Orbit and muscle, unblinking eye.
The sin of omission. A harbinger.
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ReplyDeleteHey checked some of the reccomendations and there' great music in there.
ReplyDeleteHope you're OK, dear N
Cheers
Diego
Just trying to recover all the lost tunes from a great blog & a dear friend. Glad you found things to your liking. I'm doing great, putting the finishing touches on August's vanity project & trudging along with the upcoming Sound Systember Dub extravaganza, all while living my other so-called life (harvest time is rapidly approaching).
DeleteThanks for the comment, dear friend.
NØ, sweet jesus, you're doing a sound Systember Dub extravaganza! I hope the run up to harvest is free of pests and problems.
ReplyDeleteBug & buggery free so far.
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