Rest herein you Godwin village never again evermore can we see what lies in the wind but wait she’s speaking in our ears again lower up the volume to see clearly but something in the way the movement is off and all I can see now is snow battling with the drops of static while buzzing on screen fix antennae reception bent the other way we’re beaming out sides that don’t meet at an aperture allowing snow to escape this hell it calls home static will be lonely quick cover it with hands before you breathe in waves and catch a cold that loosens grip on reality so colourful pictures can continue slowly moving their mouths getting words through ambient occlusions that separate momentarily to the ground a small square blanket stitched panelling covering mildewed food stains dragged from upstairs where black cords hang but never again village Godwin you herein rest.
Giuseppe Gillespie – August 2021
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