I was dual inspired - first by Beautiful Kitsch's ghostly poem 'Joseph', then by this idea of textual remixing and decided to see the outcome. Borrowing a method from Ms. Mushr, I visually separated my addition.
I know of a place
[Hidden between heartbeats]
In the sleepy husks of what we were.
[Or what we wished]
Beneath the crisp and coil of faraway trees
[atop the grass whipping in the breeze]
Where there is time
To stop. To rest. To be.
[There is no sky like this one,
blue like a fallen lover's lips.
but I'm sure we can find the brush stokes
stashed behind the sporadic clouds
if we search long enough.
This is the time for dreams, though,
not their unraveling.]
So take these hands and broken smiles
Sellotaped to last a while
And we can run for miles and miles
On feet that never sleep.
Created: Feb 07, 2010Document Media