Six Riddles (VI) (Individual Post)

VI

I fear – – I fear, that I cannot love anybody..

Standing alone on the edge of this winter city, wrapped in warm indifference.

My words, black stones, stumbled around the edge of a frozen effort, like a trail of sunken tourists in search of a travelling beauty spot.

Before me, the sky flew, disco gold, suave grey, wide eyed blue and flirtatious peach.

Without even so much as a nudge from me, my hat tips to the foreboding of gentle spring blossom on a bare branch.

For the first time I can feel – my body – as it starts to fall – slowly – slowly – into the earth.

 

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(Answers coming soon, via a separate post).
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About The Mollusc Dimension

Queer British-East Asian-Deep Sea experimental multi-genre artist + teacher. Maker of songs, music, stories, recordings. Catalystics of the unexpected.
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