in another sky, 5th January 2017

still…so fragile……. vulnerable….. we break so easily…. it’s a wonder we manage to stay upright as long as we do….. still….. the sound the sky makes……. still…… someone tipped over the moon and spilled its contents skittering and scattering across the dark…… dogs let off their leads…… still…. the sound an orange makes in your head when you bit into it…… still….. the sound of a house in the deadless of night when nothing is moving, and yet….. still… the sound a hedge makes as by degrees the frost settles coating its branches and bark and its bud yet-to-be…….. still… the sound of a worm eating soil…… the sound a clock makes between the tick and the tock…….. the sound between <seconds>…… still… the sound of the road rising up through the wheels of a car that I’m driving the tyres that are pulling me tirelessly… where?…. each road has a different song to hum, songs that have yet to be named….. still… the sound of a grief yet to be known……… sounds that are lost belonging to another time…. sounds that will never be heard….. the moon’s given up trying to gather its strays, they’re hiding in another sky……

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