I may not see, but I do hear. I hear the river just beyond the finger’s edge. It’s so near you could argue that it’s inside of me – a practised beat, a pulse of life that runs around and through and over, racing round the corner of my vision.
So, I’m inside this circle of land and sea: an equal part of the thrum of life; this bright living thing we all pay into.
Gera, 01/10/2008
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