This Idyll that I have found
It goes on round and round and round
Greets good-day to the green green ground
This idyll that I have found
Doesn’t astonish nor does astound
The feasting vultures all abound
With beaks, burrows and a burial ground
The green green green green burial ground
Does not hinder nor does hound
My motive or my mother’s mound
Of busts, bullies and a burial ground
The green green green green burial ground
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- suraj sharma
- my mind, therefore, becomes this outstretched field of immeasurable serenity, which, although illuminated at angles awkward and unfamiliar to my eyes - is neither dark nor twilit. The strange lighting turns the vacuous foreplay of shadows chasing shadows into an euphoric, almost utopian feeling which is held in suspension as long as this configuration of appearances beckons the restlessness of reason ever forward into the uncharted hinterlands of imagination while at the same time compelling me to bless the lighting director.
3 comments:
You're amazing!
Thanks Jade!
This is awesome.
You're certainly back in your element. :)
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