And in the 67th year Pop begat bubby - But I is Pop now…
And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.
Friedrich Nietzsche
Shape shifters
A cool winter moon
Rises slowly over the forest
Serene in her majesty
Soft illumination falls
As greens and browns shift through fantasy shapes
Changing and twisting
To a monochromatic alien landscape
In the antiseptic, sterile man created cityscape
Harsh angular unforgiving concrete
Is silvered with shimmering waves of light
As night creatures prowl
Writhing on the edge of perception
Halting flickers on the periphery of vision
Haunting slow and seductive
Dancing to an unheard rhythm
Our ancestors captured in smoky pictures on cave walls Timeless moments caught and confined
In magenta colours shifting
Shape changers under the timeless winter moon
Oh yeah and I play bass a bit too…