Thanks Patrick,
It's angles. Not sure what angels have to do with breasts, but we all
have them, so maybe angels (which I believe are usually seen as
asexual beings) have them as well.
But breasting as a verb - your choice of confront, advance against,
climb, overcome etc
I feel so lost these days, with any luck I'll never be found (sounds
like the reverse of a hymn).
Cheers,
Jill
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Hi Jill a lot going on here would that be angels not angles ? sits
oddly with all that breasting? I got a bit lost (often happens these
days)
On 18/04/2018 04:50, Jill Jones wrote:
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> HERE WE ARE
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>
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> thin silver wind in eucalypts
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> dust the precious drowsy sweetness
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> yellow in open morning turn
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> to autumn magpie, kookaburra
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> corella, pigeon even in bird rage
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> for territory sweets in windowed air
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> every minute o that remarkable
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> what would nectar do o you angles
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> of dawn, breasting dawn o seriously
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> feathers out there 150 million kilometres
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> of light o sunspot activity Asian cyclones
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> o melting Antarctica here we are
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> openings in sea fissures in the electric
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> the dream in wake on walls the big dance
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> shadow thick night sings bye-bye-bye
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> o breath, I and you breath then breathe
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> this shadow wake for the not numbed
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> o let me stretch forth for another
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> and it comes into me this day like
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> this day what’s not wrong is not wrong
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> and round the room high in the aerials
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> every digital wing what sing!
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> dream carcass empties sleepless empties
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> sorry worry empties here full
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> the blast of traffic into a space
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> o glittery space fleet thin silver
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> immense 150 million gold waving oxygen
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> to taste and to tempt
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> this kiss welcome here my skin
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> here my walk again here I am
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> a part and who is that flickering the door
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> parcels of dust and making footsteps
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> making more dust in every
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> clever molecule all the leaves are grey
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> so they shine
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> Jill Jones
> www.jilljones.com.au
>
> Latest book: Brink, Five Islands Press
> http://fiveislandspress.com/catalogue/brink-jill-jones
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