360*tree

take my hand and climb with me…

three hundred and seventeen degrees: ‘wrecks a memory…’

Evidence ~ Califone

three hundred and seventeen

I keep reminding

myself:

I remember

( e v e r y t h i n g )

~

wrong

*

Drain like dream from wine dark eyes…

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One comment on “three hundred and seventeen degrees: ‘wrecks a memory…’

  1. seanbidd
    August 14, 2013

    Devastation of a memory, waking up in the bright glow. Wanting to fly from this place of everything, perhaps I should pause to write a side note. Spiraling out of control, the trees are spinning deep through my soul. Spiraling out of control, the trees they are ac-cel-e-rating. Can a memory be wrong, if it’s yours ponder on. When it filters through slowed lost time, or does that mean there’s been a twist of fates. A sharing of a memory, before it’s long too late. To share the way it can be, a conversation within a memory… A bird in flight, with those watching over!

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