Since the
experiment has gifted
a timelessness
the emotive core
remained constant
deeply bent and
traditional.
The tragic
death
the final part that began
the events surrounding its
composition
the
Skeleton Tree, draws from a
Palette of austere
reflection an unmatched totem
that seeks to catalogue and
reconcile grief.
Spinning
rumination
musings on
legacy applied to his
tries to will into existence
the end of peace
his deep
roaring final
split with
the moment
climbs into the sun
ensuing collapse,
cataclysmic
after
losing a child. Collect
seeds from each house where no one has died.
In failure realises that
grief
subsequently begins
(Enlightenment).
Cave
(‘There’s nothing wrong with loving
something you can’t hold in your hand’), now
‘possess’ the dancing ghost
glimpses of Bright
Horses beginning
the acceptance stage
imitations of clarity resolution,
ultimately bridge the path to peace.
admitting that although ‘we are fireflies a child has trapped
in a jar’,
‘We are here and you are
where you are’. Blunt as it may be, there’s
comfort in acceptance
in bad seeds…
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