I watched the planes trace ice-ribbons
Across the sky before
They were lost to the
Cirrus wisped blueness
And their tails faded
Like promises written in
Tide-threatened sands,
And hopes took restless souls
To the promise of utopian shores
Not realising that they
Like all that came before
Wore the mask that hid
The fault-line masquerade
That spread like disease below,
I watched them come and go and
Taxi slowly on the grey
As if discarding the seeds of doubt
That grew beneath their wheels
Like ancient gods burying
Defeated foes unaware that
They would rise again,
And as the stuttered raging roar
Splintered hearts like candy then
Tore holes into the sky
Which like starving angels
Swallowed fleeting flailing dreams
Cocooned within a safety shell
They never saw,
As standing rooted in my
Futures past and present
I watched the planes
Trace
Ice-ribbons.
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MORALITY PARK 
Still love this one. The eternity of the loop.
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Me too. It’s wonderfully melodic.
I read it over and over again.
This is a great piece, Chris. You know that?
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The way you paint directly to my mind, like whispering a secret in my ear, thrills me every time Chris. The imagery is profound in its language but even more so in its narrative. ‘All is the same as it ever was’, dream what you may. You swaddle such cool acceptance in vibrant imagery and the two couple much like dreams and reality, almost unaware they share a bed.
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