Still has a sense of, what does it mean? For one, I feel, a sense of mutual regard, of sharing worthiness, of holding each other worthy of... Praise, gratitude, respect, time, gifts... This is a mutual thing. What might it mean for you?
Just the surprise to be here really, others gone. Just the surprise that they've gone. One of the remainers, rioting myself. Staying awake for the three of us, catching the light, the light, the light, oh. But, I slept. And now I am alive again. 3/3
It's the close cup of my own hand now, keeps me, curled. Dribble away, though. Dribble away, even so. Return to wildness. Pinch of clothes pegs on the line. Soon, all shall be dry enough. I've a leg extruded. Plastic stretching to ground. 2/3
Not a failure to keep up, no. Why should anyone have to keep up? No, it's our very human reliance on the familiar, & our very human failure to appreciate the unfamiliar (whilst also overdoing the 'I don't like it' bit).
I often wonder what story it's telling. I hear a revenge drama, a moment of retribution, quite dark. I wonder what others hear.
Is it 'retro' if you still do it?
Needs a twin poem? "Not the Cottingleys"?
Sounds somewhat like an earthquake...