memoirs, art and fragments by Thomas Milner

Archive for October 20, 2012

Wordlessly searching

Where would we be without speech?

We’d get by thanks.

 

Where would we be with only few words?

As a fallen leaf

In the autumn wind

Flabbergasted

Dancing and swaying

In the equinox

With no direction home.

 

Where would we be with no words?

Dished

Sunk

Undone

Helpless

Non-plussed

Stuck

lost

BENDING SPACE – PAINTING by THOMAS MILNER

 

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