All it took was a bouquet
trampled into the ground
on a half broken memory stick
told in a dripping synthesis
pulled backwards across
half asleep tidal waves
laughing like whistle-blowers
shortening words
to express their emotions
held together
staggered across a line
of mis-represented devaluations
across fenced out trees
full well knowing
everything has changed.(Week 9 asked 'Can you write a story of change, as in Sunder? How did you feel at the beginning and what changes occurred? Don’t necessarily create a poem at this stage: ’free write.’ What amazing sounds can you pack in? What tone are you aiming for? Play with the syntax, break out of making perfect sense, go wild, be very naughty!'. I got kinda stuck on this one but hope I got it right)
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