'PETRICHOR' - AVAILABLE  03 DEC 12:00 AEDT

 

 

     

       *twisted argent drops clinging to a wet ringing of bells singing,

 

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        — except that this minimal, delicate noise is amplified beyond sound; 

 

     

 

I imagine the clear sound of water drops falling into a otherwise silent pool 

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I blossomed from the dark, reaching out for strips of blue moonlight,

twisting around my body, divining a path down to the water.

 

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*I tremble, I tremble all over, I weigh, I swing,

Each swing is a leap and each leap is a puncture of time,

pushing forward pushing back, accelerating a moment

 

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*... a pause.