I bounced off this week's snaps as I've no mind of my own today. I must have
taken my Dali pill...
Deconstructions
sun flutter, inscribed -
a brush of anonymous color
a visual centre escapes
an aberrant, grotto place
light recedes . . .
the planet eyes : bulging
deleting figures bloated
disassembled, plowing deep;
excavating snow, black holes
on speckled vellum trails
collections, deconstructions
digital bones and teeth
tongues inflated with hunger
luststarved : camera dust - flecks
of one thousand little windows
memory’s evolution wanders
numbers rounded, word erased
cocoons: thought, touch, need
desire and deed - neatly folded
new world, inhumanity, less design
the pearl, once reversed, reverses
and rises in an anorexic swell
Deborah Russell, 06
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