take my hand and climb with me…

one hundred and sixty three degrees: ‘close enough to see…’

Other Side Of The World ~ KT Tunstall

one hundred and sixty three


How different, the story. Seems. Depending, on direction. Your back, to mine. Our, outlook. Diverges. Two, parallel lines. Marching, forward. And backward. And, on. But never, meeting. Or merging. Or flowing, as one.

But. If we, bend. A little. With, the curvature. Earth atlas, spinning. Perhaps, we may. One day, meet. In the middle. Just, once. And share, perspective.

Scant hopes, hung. On strange, angles. Geometric, predisposition. To dyslexia.


I wish it were simple…

5 comments on “one hundred and sixty three degrees: ‘close enough to see…’

  1. Sydney Fong
    March 13, 2013

    So funny! 🙂

    • circulartree
      March 17, 2013

      Thank you Sydney, so glad my feline clowns amused you as much as they do me. Love from the oak tree’s funnybone, Bx

  2. seanbidd
    March 13, 2013

    To fun contemporary moments, living stills, the other side, wave differences, unparted…

    Free thinking, ready motion, Sine wave, waking, Before transition, days, Where by, ancient atoms, Rest dormant, their silver, Galaxies of, ravines drying , Thought long, left, But sine, each wave, Still travels, vibrant, Touched by, living entities, traverses global, sparse our, Satellite, of blue, Till once, meet twice, In the, known inverse, Wakes, raised heads, Reverse, wave continuum, Sine, Met, Convergence, Tribe, glance parting, unbroken, living verse, Beyond, global static…

    Love from under a sunless moon, in a wayfinders’ dreams, Sean

    • circulartree
      March 17, 2013

      Love those twin sines (signs?): ‘sine wave, waking’ and ‘sine, each wave’… powerful imagery and potent metaphor. I’ve been predominantly offline and in nature lately, trying to give my head a bit of a rest from all the internet/computer static and have fallen hopelessly behind on comments and correspondence – sorry Sean! Hope everything is well your side of the standing wave. Beneath a sickle moon, on the edge of dream, Bx

      • seanbidd
        March 18, 2013

        Nature, a wild place to be… Posted some photos today in that other social land the has that persistent blue tint to its realm, these are the sort of places, plants and creatures, which each week seems to be filled with, so I totally follow, and can walk with on those moments and times. Dreams from beneath the towering green, where the stars climb free solo beyond the moon’s tilt to life, Sean

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