360*tree

take my hand and climb with me…

one hundred and seventy four degrees: ‘ask the ministry…’

Harrowdown Hill ~ Thom Yorke

one hundred and seventy four

Constrained, by a cube. Held, captive. By, matter. Meta, material. Dark, earth. Alluvial, soil. Silent underground, womb. Where, the buried. Seed, sleeps. Natural intelligence, flaunts. These little laws, of man. As I, try. Containing, thunder. Thor’s eye, infected. My need, to help. Ends in, fear. And blood, shed. Three scratches, across my face. A wild, cat. Curled, beneath my bed. Though doors, open. Terror, blinds. Both eyes. And I learn, to leave. Life, be.

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We just can’t do anything about it…

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3 comments on “one hundred and seventy four degrees: ‘ask the ministry…’

  1. countingducks
    March 23, 2013

    Another great Image !

    • circulartree
      March 24, 2013

      Thank you Peter… another unusual angle, have such fun with the strange ones! Love, Bx

  2. snapitures
    March 26, 2013

    Profound. Words. Image. 🙂

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