
Perfect helical winding, applies uniform,
Expansion. It breathes with freedom.
Unhindered, propulsive and analytical
Of its secure fixing. Me. I’m expanding.
Through to remote view. Dated. Shake.
01:01:21 numerological point as perfect,
Perfect. Stilts over holly’s prim perimeter
Views one way vantage on our side step
We waltz by the grand piano next year.
Our sapling takes root. Next beach nest
And ruminate over steps blessed. 8 Feet.
I’m inspired by vacuum, it’s atmosphere
Leaves me listless. Squares on clothes,
Held breaths longer. Drift with empty eye
Blur drafts only bored, as I win, Difficult.
Memorise co-codamol. Skull moves,
Thought meat slower. Banging the case.
Strain on my spine, as I, lead helium,
Balloon. pull harder. It gathers nothing.
Grind these three spheres until only dust
Remains. Ready for its presentation box.
Not a bone to see. Icing sugar carbon.
About the Creator
Paul Beckett
I’m a writer, horologist & joy filled explorer. Reality to me is plastic. I’m fascinated with time, quantum physics, analogue and fashion.
My writings at least 69% autobiographical, often 99%
Fav:Johnny Panic and the Bible of Dreams- S.Plath



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