27 July 2024

By Lassitude or Intrusion

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.

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5 comments:

  1. NØ7/27/24, 4:50 PM

    Read more @ Ib Sibling

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  2. Anonymous7/28/24, 4:36 PM

    Hey checked some of the reccomendations and there' great music in there.
    Hope you're OK, dear N
    Cheers
    Diego

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    1. NØ7/28/24, 5:57 PM

      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).

      Thanks for the comment, dear friend.

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  3. Charlie8/1/24, 8:26 PM

    NØ, sweet jesus, you're doing a sound Systember Dub extravaganza! I hope the run up to harvest is free of pests and problems.

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