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Images Are Coming
She walks along the shore in the blue grey gloaming towards the roaring sea breaking in frosty foam, haunted by a faraway shore in the grey blue dusk, a drizzling wind in the misty gloaming, standing still in the roaring surf, staring & hearing while images & voices glimmer out from the dim, mist-like past / «dim, jerky, flickering, full of cuts» /
Screaming sea-birds from an island faraway darting & veering overhead in the twilight while she walks along the shore lost in dreaming, scraps of memory afloat in the rolling crashing waves of the present fading into this gloomy hour /«… and maybe wildest dreams are but the needful preludes of the truth …» /
Standing still on the grass at dusk, her black hair waving & fluttering, ravens hopping around over the greensward, the dark green shape of the hills against the blue grey clouds drifting slowly in the wind / She walks along the low ditches & the long low grassy mounds over the windy meadows, the dark green shape of the ridge rising gently towards the Hill of the Goddess / Remember / «where the shift from one text to another is made» /
She is right there where the shift is made /
Screaming sea-birds from an island faraway darting & veering overhead in the twilight while she walks along the shore lost in dreaming, scraps of memory afloat in the rolling crashing waves of the present fading into this gloomy hour /«… and maybe wildest dreams are but the needful preludes of the truth …» /
Standing still on the grass at dusk, her black hair waving & fluttering, ravens hopping around over the greensward, the dark green shape of the hills against the blue grey clouds drifting slowly in the wind / She walks along the low ditches & the long low grassy mounds over the windy meadows, the dark green shape of the ridge rising gently towards the Hill of the Goddess / Remember / «where the shift from one text to another is made» /
She is right there where the shift is made /
Daydreamy Lady