Web And Weft Poem by Neil Crawford

Web And Weft



Raw, ugly moments
less elaborate than sleep,
smear a beat,
fast and soaring
like iron whispering
through true water.

Their cool urges read
like enormous,
delirious pictures,
knives through bitter sweat,
they always trip
the thinking will.

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Neil Crawford

Neil Crawford

CHESTER, ENGLAND.
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