The mix...
Into the cyber
spacey and strange
millions of snippets
float into where...
Hitting and missing
knocking and nice
often in rhythm
dancing in air...
Bashing and belting
fisted and fierce
bloody and brilliant
a punch in the gut...
Gentle and fragile
fearful and faint
tentative trickle
taking the cut...
Some from the circus
tricky and fun
easy and breezy
a smile into space...
Some from the prison
blackened and burnt
darting and daring
outsmarting the race...
Into the cyber
magic and fast
tasting the mixture
drizzling the tang...
Swirling the swallow
letting it drop
into the other
a fall with a bang...
Joy Weare,
22nd July, 2011.
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