Collide Church
I woke up. And we were on some mission... Walking fast like dinosaur robots gentle.
All made of metal. The autumn red sun shone too strong...
We were almost bird-like steeples, foetuses tip-toeing along.
I kept trying to stare at your face but I couldn’t.
But now I get it... We were meant to be erasing something...
Still I Kept trying to turn my head, and it kept on hurting. Finally managed to twist hard enough, this giraffe neck with curtains...
Then saw them. Your silver slits twinkling, wriggling like silverfish or were they zig zagging...
Trying not to see me... set on the dream engineered pot of gold somewhere on our periphery.
I think... How did you turn your head? Did it hurt as much as it did for me... Do you feel as ageing?
Then we suddenly look deep into these dolphin-human souls, retracing our maze of complex inclusion...
As our senses are heightened, and our bodies implode, joining liquid time segments of something we hold...
Our spirals give out– as all broken cycles crash into a new spate rising spout.
