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how different you had looked from how you’d sounded – an outline against the dust and headlights on the dirt road -- and if i were to close my eyes this very moment -- hear The universe pass by, settled in Post-soviet trains, disgruntled Guitars drift breaking rifts up to my window – how happier would I have been Wrapped around the jacaranda On a hill down in Zambia! |
I noticed this the other day. It gets a YES. from me. I like the attention to the sonics in it which build as tension and then relax. I like the big things, dust in the headlights mutating to the universe passing by and then the very clear [Focused] way you move from unique percetions/description to very pin-point place and time... the train (because of geography and personalization) becomes your train - and the alternative becomes your alternative. There's a grace about that, the if and what. Accomplished. | Posted on 2015-09-27 00:00:00 | by theludus | [ Reply to This ] | |