Walkways – the poem – part 15 of 16

…. Gaze, focus, hold. Unconscious stream of raw fluidity streaming, rising over barriers, drowning them with the pressure of an open door. Cracks of circumstantial disease, creating pockmarks to expand destiny choices,  fashioning gifts to give, earned by bomb-droppings and low flying plane-explosions. Cobweb parties, graffiti on the skin of your back, made with a … Continue reading Walkways – the poem – part 15 of 16