Drinking Under the Moon

"Poetry and hums aren't things which you get, they're things which get you. All you can do is go where they can find you" – A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh


You break,



Movement comes tepidly as you trapeze toward shadows; Patter, Patter.

drawn in by the secrets they nurture

Invited by the intimate tension of searching out uncertainty that festers while you sleep.

A chase.

Trapped in the hallways of childhood. Running through the familiarity of long gone places, fathomless and deep.

Mannerisms repeat; Like a  scratched CD, stuttering and shuddering with its own frustration.

Grinding at the fault, repeating again and again – the images unfurling in a jittering scene.

Blackness… hallowness, your eyes flutter in temptation.





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