Knees folded upward
Do they judder with a murmur
In the muscle or surrounding space
Walls tremble from beneath the ground,
surfaces and aligned lengths.
The clatter over a bridge
panels welded down
stretch from end to end and
end to end. Railings that
form a horizon suspend vertically into the sky.
Our passage upturned
Our place suspended
Our outline to fall.
Shifting ground beneath that holds our feet plainly.
and seep between the granules
Wet sand lapsing
Grains pushed forwards
and not in straight lines but
follow a chaotic guide.
Midpoint in playing
The notes hang
Each one caught, a finger
to the right position with
To continue the thread,
the sequence and maintain the pattern or flow,
the order of landings and speed of hands forming rhythms and
landing with even pressure, centres
evenly upon a string.
In speech, words formed
that do not hold together as a pathway should, that leave
with sunken emphasis and downward curve upon a dulling receiver
and trundle to completion, all the distances rotating, eyes turned down.
The words written can land upon the page unnoticed and with shapes around them.
Like a vibrato to steer one closer to another and
create a phrasing that resonates then with the player as receiver.
We played lying down.
With our lines inverted,
The bridge judders with weight passing and weightlessness rising my
inside rushes to spill over beneath the contents of my hand.
and is it a pulse
Substance passing thickly,
expanding its environment as it passes through (play doh flow)
Your feet on the boards jolt the sofa and
like a heartbeat fleck in the relative still ,
the even background stillness, dullness
is this peak, cleft, rise,
A pulse from any moving thing
Or the tremble of the walls, the floor
Trees creaked on the path
And is still.
And is cloth stretched smooth
even in its tightness
Take it off
Pools into the space of its frame and
threads overlap, untrained
Not revealing substance
Stands within itself.