Monday, June 25, 2012

On the first part of the journey, I was looking at all the life. - America, A Horse With No Name


WorkInProgress:
October 2012, 6 hrs in...

The smell of sweet grass
freshly squeezed through the blades
of mechanical precision
I am listening to the electronically powered
sizzle of slicing nature’s hair-

All the while,
lightly petting,
the way this piece makes me want to tell
the other side of the story
and the way
she brings us to our knees;
not mechanical reverie
but organic, slow and glued to the growth
and mystical forlorn
of what’s really going on, on the inside.



{a.currie}

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