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arms reach out like my heart toward heaven #haiku Image: Lonely by Bax (Piotr Krol) smashingwall.com/photography/na…

I live in shadows under the darkness a solitary life in my idolatry jumping up and down like a wallaby distorted sense of frivolity captured by spectrophotometry confirmed by interferometry if you think reality is getting hard to see ~ get some ophthalmometry #vss365 #idolatry

a mild day in Adelaide scattered clouds a little sunshine poking through gaping blue holes traffic hums on the highway a truck rumbles changing gear birds argue with their neighbours the day starts with a chill five o'clock shivers that ease by degrees silence shrouds the morning

darkness falls the heat fades away a steely coldness wraps you tight the wind rushes through shaky branches a susurrus of unspoken comfort arms wrapped around our writhing form breathless a low hum escapes your gasping breath #vss365 #susurrus

blue sky falls in and out raindrops intersperse the beating of the sun violet dreaming #vss465 #violet

winter tears the sky weeps battle-gray skies smother any glint of blue an icy chill wraps your bones like a blanket choking out warmth your breath gasps in misty exhalation before your eyes a frozen landscape a chill cry rakes the air feathers swoop and strike #vss365 #tear

with an onyx onyx here and an onyx onyx there here a onyx there a onyx everywhere an onyx onyx old MacDonald had a farm ee eye ee eye oh #vss365 #onyx

headed toward the sun the only problem when we pass aphelion that will be our hamartia #vss365 #hamartia

a pale misty fog hugs the ground not a sound not a bird call no traffic the hours before sunrise a time trap where nothing happens nothing you can see a peaceful emptiness before the day begins before the chaos unwinds slow, deep breaths as the world unfolds Adelaide morning

I stagger through a smoky street I feel a rhythm in my feet one two three and here we go heel to heel and toe to toe to and fro and off we go a bonny dance up and down the street heel to toe upon my feet och #vss365 #heel

I woke slowly rolled out of bed onto the floor crawled to the bathroom stared into the mirror transfixed that man was a parody of my former self I shouted at him to go away a sense of nostalgia gripped my imagination as I brushed my teeth #vss365 #parody #nostalgia

I can't be a patriot I love my country more than your land your country seems unloveable at the moment #vss365 #patriot

A hard night at the club feet up on the table just having a little rest in the moment while I'm able #vss365 #moment

I walk up this road life just roars past me my heart full of joy my head full of vagary this way or that to what end or purpose is this the right way to the place of my dreams far away in the distance beyond rainbow beams beyond day-to-day life I walk to Valhalla #vss365 #vagary

I wake in the morning I can't move my head feels the gentle sway of a susurrus-like breeze twisting like a whirlpool startling my senses kick-starting my consciousness from oblivion into gentle breaths I stagger to the bathroom that face in the mirror ~ an enigma #vss365 #enigma

my muse fallen silent my guru gulps down a hamburger then burps my cat dines elsewhere my washing caught in the rain my maestro is deaf my progenitor stumbles my ego frozen in a liminal vacuum bombs fall everywhere the die is cast monster stalks the land #vss365 #guru

dark clouds form on the far horizon more than rain will fall tonight monsters roam with their vague precision elephants roar but can't be heard hawks and bears roam smoky streets smashing rubble or mountains because nobody cares dark clouds form on the far horizon

a broken television even the news is on repeat ...

new moons full moons red moon no moon the earth teeters on it's wobbly orbit around our nuclear power plant the earth teeters on the brink of war remember when we were looking for weapons of mass destruction? Here we go again primordial urges #vss365 #primordial

Life's a mystery cabaret history sculpted of stone delicate tone complex spaces guarded traces slashes of ash faces of strangers who pass in the street footsteps of dancers gypsy romancers a look in your eye touch of your cheek shortness of breath the wind drops #vss365 #slash

last leaves are falling like secrets that can't be kept ~ the wind knows too much #haiku Image: Mulch ado about nothing