Hi Antony,
I'm with Syl on this one and really like this poem - great descriptions. Thanks for the explanation which has helped too.
A solar storm swirls, mountains appear to collapse, no comfort but a searing silicon heart collides with past reality. A speck of an eye no longer casts allusions, ( should this be illusions?) tendrils yield a new kingdom, (Possibly a comma? Love this line and the following) they retain the succulence of disease. Evolution gallops into the unfolding unseen the metal grey skies skirmish the thirsting figurines yonder. (Full stop)
Hope something in my thoughts might help.
Eira
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