THE SWIMMER AND THE REDWOOD GIANTS
In the indigo depths of wash, rinsed in cool water and smoothed pebbles, the slaked skin of dry suit over the swimmer's chest pounds. Buried waist deep in sand shoals, legs skyward swaying in the seaweed, aping the boiling sun, fractured by wave after wave after wave. The stakes of the leas carved in redwood giants knifed into the earth with roots of silk and purses of pig leather. The milling words of broadcast aloft the Winter Hill, incandescent rain swills the colours of the clay soil and jade green grass down fissures of bone dry rock, alkaline waters collecting in stalagmite boxes designed to decay.
Neutral the arrival of a foreign visitor dressed in sovereign purple velour smiled in the echo of the eruption, on rose laden highways the swimmer and redwood giants sink into the volcano, unpacking literature already hewn in satin deathing robes, coral pink the fang and tooth of indeterminate passage grasped in desperate knuckle white neurosis.
In the indigo depths of wash, rinsed in cool water and smoothed pebbles, the slaked skin of dry suit over the swimmer's chest pounds. Buried waist deep in sand shoals, legs skyward swaying in the seaweed, aping the boiling sun, fractured by wave after wave after wave. The stakes of the leas carved in redwood giants knifed into the earth with roots of silk and purses of pig leather. The milling words of broadcast aloft the Winter Hill, incandescent rain swills the colours of the clay soil and jade green grass down fissures of bone dry rock, alkaline waters collecting in stalagmite boxes designed to decay.
Neutral the arrival of a foreign visitor dressed in sovereign purple velour smiled in the echo of the eruption, on rose laden highways the swimmer and redwood giants sink into the volcano, unpacking literature already hewn in satin deathing robes, coral pink the fang and tooth of indeterminate passage grasped in desperate knuckle white neurosis.
How is ya?
I'm entangled in a new life.