under the watchman’s moon
a Spring sunset lingers
wrapped in the chill of an immortal autumn
Category Archives: psychogeography
Day 114, 2023
all quiet / cool morning
for now the unnatural tense energy spent
nothing remains but trace trash / me
from “on the orbit of honeysuckle blooms”
As a child at an altar of stones
in the strip of woods behind my house
I swore a blood oath
to not let the days pass by
in forward looking
the mud caked on my shoes sealed the pact
I have never really kicked it off