clinging to the pure form, looking at the wavering reflection.

a plastic chair on a concrete slab, a figure alone in the wilderness.

have faith that each loose end is energy in search of connection.

cushioning comes packaged, dark matter remains.

on the worn surface, thoughts come as if new, to die alongside predecessors.

we feel the orbit of each other, darkness tempered with emotion, distance always shifting.

at the back of the cave, i have a part that lies unbidden, it twists a rope of denial.

red tube, can you remember the explosion?

as i move, you move, separate yet inseparable.

you shouldered 5 kilos of tropical wood, taking your joy in the shape through half the world's airport's, a wing that flew with you, no weight at all.

curiosity unfurled temporary furnishing, soft cover for the heart rock.

i notice i am drawing your face, every surface interprets what i am missing.

let the lightning loose, rain reconfigure the knots in neural networks.

the child says, look mum, i am a robot

always left-field, walking away, alien-hearted heart break, my mum and the movie stars.

brought up short, the lens materialises along fault lines.

in the rafters hang soul skins safe, below the daily grind.

bind me, reading the callouses of your hand like braille, slip knot me to my lineage.

discern, respond, the turn is the geometry of life.

ray of light, drop of water, shared solidarity.