Gedicht
Peter Minter
Night closes in, sea spray
Night closes in, sea spray
Night closes in, sea spray
& spindrift
curl around my idle feet
as I walk into a tidal sweep
of stars, senses
turned inside out of place.
You read me out
as well, take me to the edge
of sleep & say
we’ll make our way in darkness,
hard as skulls
made to think & feel about
the gross perpetuity of matter,
not in that fake negative sense, just
positive, here & human.
& spindrift
curl around my idle feet
as I walk into a tidal sweep
of stars, senses
turned inside out of place.
You read me out
as well, take me to the edge
of sleep & say
we’ll make our way in darkness,
hard as skulls
made to think & feel about
the gross perpetuity of matter,
not in that fake negative sense, just
positive, here & human.
© 2005, Salt Publishing
From: blue grass
Publisher: Salt Publishing, Cambridge, UK
From: blue grass
Publisher: Salt Publishing, Cambridge, UK
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Night closes in, sea spray
Night closes in, sea spray& spindrift
curl around my idle feet
as I walk into a tidal sweep
of stars, senses
turned inside out of place.
You read me out
as well, take me to the edge
of sleep & say
we’ll make our way in darkness,
hard as skulls
made to think & feel about
the gross perpetuity of matter,
not in that fake negative sense, just
positive, here & human.
From: blue grass
Night closes in, sea spray
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