Saturday, 29 September 2012

And Dream of Peeps

To net an image out of unending neurology, running down those of a tad slower gait to bring home for ours to devour; or staying behind to dig a hole where the bones are buried and the flowers bloom.

To dream up nightmares. To lie lame, engines channelling, appropriating an arrangement, snagging schemes of unknown origin. Routes of recognition evoke and entwine, blind to the fire for the animated trees.