©2022 Michael Raven
striding down library stacks the books tumble down with the wave of your arms & history next falls back i taste the dust & must & ages monsoon thru the room your maelstrom leaves swirl widdershins, twirl around & round drink this, you say; i do the floors & walls fall away laughter, handsnare grasp pull dance & sway i am a boojum but you knew that anyway i am a boojum oh! you! ragged-curl black-haired girl a face i can never ever wolfsong; we dance the night
A bit different from your usual work, or at least that’s how it vibrates to me. Interesting. I like it 💚
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Thank you! I’m very glad you liked it
I go through cyclic phases. Until recently, pieces have been leaning towards “mainstream” for these past few months. I’m starting to sway back into my more experimental and “digging in the dirt” themes again.
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