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Black grey pastel light come now

Black kettles. Thoughts of water

Striding. Gliding. Hunched. Flexed.

Thoughts of water.


Pouring glass down my feet.

Incensed nerves

Dragging crumbling cement.

Thoughts of water.


Coloured nerves.

Pawing Membranes. Clawing Membranes.

Holes fusing.


Thoughts of water.


Pouring through me with concern for yourself.

Tying up live strands in the hope of explosion

Generous Atoms

Flecked White Midnights

Shards of vacuum

Thoughts of water.


Skinning vibrant colours

Flowing behind the void

As you trace through my bones I feel us live

© 2020 Alicia Radage ​
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