Core lines

Filing in, filling shacked, blacked, bordered with marks of marble
long rolling laterals, shifted slowly. Arched tension, bridges of
cut iron ten thousand degrees of rotation, torque, flimsy things on

Arbiter, what is this you shout so sonorously. Ponderous. Plodding.

Snipped under lines of sturgeon. Snipped under cannon fire. The sharp
rat tat of flipping wire. Boatswain, what have you done?

Lance the soil. The lot sings tar songs. slow night murmurs
Gwen, vivacious warbles with it smoothing now slowing
sweet orbits arranged in strides the length of cannon echoes
repeated in tongues; a round.
Table that thought, mixed into new nones. Final fright and lost
How cannily he sings, his tongue locked in step with the evening
shivering outward her tune tasks the air where once solemn
ministers rounded. Carmine and Leather. Softly now.
Dearest neck, why do you fade so pale

last dream of gordian

Draftlines slink, urban sounds raftering from undone dream through lashes
still twined with sleep / I am waiting with storied slenderlings laxing broadly
folded in curved articles of string

Foundry smoke drifts under, Lasts for more, colder, whisped smoothly in
flimsy rhizomes. warbled, a soot robin. marked overland limping /She
orders from the side menu when they look over quiet strands

Grasp thin spinarettes between warped

For some slipped drinks

Snapdragon.

She called to me across the in

On the backwash I buzzed, rifled

Cordelion dreams. A dandelion stretched
in rifled roughland

Where in dreaming do stretched roughlands
snap

She called to me under

Well, I've been away for quite some time but it seems as if I can't quite shake the writing bug. I guess this means I'll be resuming blog posts. Sorry to all for the long hiatus; it was mostly caused by being busy and settling into a work routine. I'm as settled as I'm going to get so I'll be seeing you around in the coming weeks.

Ciao,

Rory

Return

Orbits fast and slimming slash their darkened paths through brightsky scopes.

Lifting they correlate, laughing they perpetuate annotate thistledown bows of snow.

Warbled once, this song I am always singing.

More

Lorries. Method under some draught. Laxidaisy. Folding wantings.
I am not quite sure where you are going.

Funnel fast, lifted and stacked into dr
if tunnels sung under lapsed shards
morbid and mentally indulged, flame-broiled

Garden drank fast and lifted up its foundry

Fortune fins, lapsed martin, minked
dunes of latitude
for many years we have marked superposition
I
Suppose landing. Suppose finned morbidity.

Fish shapes torque.

There is twisted sanguinity and darkly undercores drip.

Fantastic as mortuary stones. Stones which once held manifest
Artisans shape, shifting hands slicken the surface, face facsimile
Laft, Laft again with cracked carbon lace, with diamond drapes
argonauts lisping up to treasure. Frau Frau. Addendums, orbits.

Fundament, if this is a