beware crows that fly, between signs that mark the way, their compass is wrong.
The Dyson sphere rotated slowly around the sun, causing a gradual movement of shadows on the white grass. B.O/B bent over the rusting canisters of lighter fluid that he’d lined up, and tentatively reached behind him to unlatch his refuelling chute. R.U.Fu5 stared at him and sighed. ‘We’ve discussed this before B.O/B. That function is … Continue reading Take Off
stillness as wheel turns, spinning in open air, bike lays abandoned.
black swan treads water, cold white eddies swirl and spin, greyness steals the sky
chromium tinged ant, cogs and legs articulate, seed machine alive.
red kite prowling high, a cricket balls soaring arc, end extremely nigh
muddy waters lap, in the distance a freighter, a sail floats on by.
an endless wind blows, voices echo in the silence, answers in the air. —- This is just a first draft of an idea. Feel free to add possible lines as alternatives in the comments…
over blackened sea, moon rises on tumbled waves, turning sand silver
sine wave pumping black, ink stained heart on white paper, winter seeping bones