Wednesday August 7th 2013 Tim Candler
I imagine, twitching at the unseen. I
think, hearing footsteps. I understand it as losing the pathway
between mind and voice. All of these things multiplied by two
To get closer to it, I spent
time weeding extraneous borders, where the Spider wear gumboots, the Grass
Snake is tame and where Mosquito are parked for the day.