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depths called high | finding life in a death
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Finding life in a death. All experience is an arch wherethrough gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades for ever and for ever when I move. Street song →. October 23, 2014. There is tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow,. Each rolls on, dark, unrepentant. Dry days heap one on one in dusting heaps since you plunged forth,. Quiet in your falling,. Silent off slipping,. But inwardly, awkwardly utterly missed. You were not lost, not misplaced careless. There just came a time when the depths called high.
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finding life in a death | " all experience is an arch wherethrough gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades for ever and for ever when I move" | Page 2
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Finding life in a death. All experience is an arch wherethrough gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades for ever and for ever when I move. Newer posts →. October 3, 2013. There are landscapes I have trodden. I keep them with me: a variety box of colours, continents, wonders carried home. I have mountains, rivers, oceans, dust deserts, rolled tight so as to travel well without crumpling. Continue reading →. These strange shapes…. September 16, 2013. Life has taken on strange shapes. You asked me...
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risingontheroad | finding life in a death
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Finding life in a death. All experience is an arch wherethrough gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades for ever and for ever when I move. November 2, 2014. Expat life is a pocket full of privilege and some days that sits more comfortably than others. Walking down the dock to join the ‘monster Halloween party’ boat, dressed as a disco diva modern witch, it really wasn’t all that … Continue reading →. October 26, 2014. October 23, 2014. November 26, 2013. Menus leave me muddled. Even in Engl...
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Street song | finding life in a death
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Finding life in a death. All experience is an arch wherethrough gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades for ever and for ever when I move. Something real →. October 26, 2014. There is the measureless madness of the streets,. That cacophony of horn honks,. The thick packed traffic I step through in staccato stops,. Backed up blocks,. Radiated by engines idling,. There is the smell, ripe, rich, revolting,. The contagion I haven’t caught from smashed up flat run-down rats,. The night drips down,.
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something real | finding life in a death
https://findinglifeinadeath.wordpress.com/2014/11/02/something-real
Finding life in a death. All experience is an arch wherethrough gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades for ever and for ever when I move. November 2, 2014. Expat life is a pocket full of privilege and some days that sits more comfortably than others. Walking down the dock to join the ‘monster Halloween party’ boat, dressed as a disco diva modern witch, it really wasn’t all that comfortable. The boat was well packed with the usual crowd – journalists, teachers, NGO workers, UN interns, fo...
