take my hand and climb with me…

fifty three degrees: ‘eternity under the old oak tree…’

Ugly Love ~ Eels

fifty three

Less than pretty, rough and gritty.  Courage act, master embrace. True love, its entirety. Dynamic tension, electric tightrope. Human, extreme. Your best, inhale. Worst, breathe out. Truth, in lies. Strong, then weak. Witness, sickness. And health. Full spectrum range, dark to light. First, for self. Blood drum, beating. Heart flowers, blooming. Add, an other. Blossom bursts, expanding. Temperance. Stand quivering to face, life’s devastating awfulness. Divine blinding beauty, beyond.


I choose to see: sheer heart, soul bare. Naked, without projection. Or mask.

The real you, the real me.

And it lasts a long, long time…

One comment on “fifty three degrees: ‘eternity under the old oak tree…’

  1. seanbidd
    November 22, 2017

    Off to wander beneath missed trees tomorrow, they’re not oaks, though close by and often missed in this long year where time keeps stumbling where long grasses wait in between each distance for a traveller.

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