360*tree

take my hand and climb with me…

two hundred and forty five degrees: ‘a highway of diamonds…’

A Hard Rain’s Gonna Fall ~ Eddie Brickell and New Bohemians

two hundred and forty five

Squalls slam, splitting. Skies, as lightning. Quickens. Cloud made, of fire. And booming, thunder.

Sometimes, change. Rides in, on the back. Of a raging, steed. Electricity, rents. The spaces, between. Breaking, boughs. Good faith, leaves. Falling. In trenches, of grabbing. Greed.

Weather, at war. With its elements.

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I’ll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it…

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2 comments on “two hundred and forty five degrees: ‘a highway of diamonds…’

  1. fredhatman
    June 4, 2013

    This is magnificent.

  2. seanbidd
    June 8, 2013

    Born beneath the storm, the clash crush, a winds turmoil, to be the gale forced beneath, the tidal sky, waits not to cross, its fields of battle, climbing beneath The Stream… without slumber.

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