ojobox: the curious lens of memory



To remember this is like looking backwards
through a telescope
trumping the rules of depth of field.

30 November 2013

the bones are anchored deep


down down north the seven gulls flying low hold fast to the tracks of the last one
down down south the fathoms break on widow's walks where treasures sleep
down down east the swallowed trail a breach of edgeless moats drowns the sun
down down west through green dissolving canopies the bones are anchored deep