october 16th 2017- iphone note

young girl, mossy fields and endless skyscrapers

>>>> Tight sinews rocking back and forth in motion, the pound of sculpted muscle on concrete. Hazed skies dance across window panes and block out skyscrapers

(a Diamond / a fractal / not quite a geizeer)

Sound of air being pushed through tight smog, resonating      the indistinguishable pump of car speakers

moth water licked with green

/ I forgot where I was for a minute

In my palm I can feel each bone as it flexes on the joint – im almost quite certain there is blood rushing through these veins

Back to the palm of your hand, where it was warmer in the dawn-light

/ Stick your shard in my eye,  your beautiful garden