Hard on the heels of nothing, up from the ashes on the axis of X, Phoenix dances on a hot tin roof, wings akimbo.
Skyward and windward, hohoho, scholarly eccentricity and Barwinisms help it fly.
Limbo lower now, bird. Not all will fall down.
Hard on the heels of nothing, up from the ashes on the axis of X, Phoenix dances on a hot tin roof, wings akimbo.
Skyward and windward, hohoho, scholarly eccentricity and Barwinisms help it fly.
Limbo lower now, bird. Not all will fall down.
Copyright © 2006-2014 Jeff Hawkins
Coincidentally, I was just the other day talking to Jonathan Caws-Elwitt about feeling "propelled through the hours like a laughing seagull gliding through a high-speed air current closely associated with the Intertropical Convergence Zone over Madagascar."
ReplyDelete"Up from the ashes on the axis of X." Marvelous!
And thanks for the link!
I love that! And now I feel a strange compulsion to conduct a bit of research on laughing-seagull propulsion in the Intertropical Convergence Zone, resulting, possibly, in something suitably bizarre.
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