This ruined alphabet sprawls
o’er the white and whiting grass.
Now is for choosing wisely
your next position.
O’er the white and whiting grass.
a scrolling listless panorama
of ghostly mouths, opening
and closing without sound;
Now is for choosing wisely,
but without agency,
as the romance of it all unravels
o’er the white and whiting grass.
-r. miller
O’er the White and Whiting Grass
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Great Piece Mr Miller. Latest piece by me now on the site – must be getting inspiration from my window view – its called “Birds on a Church Spire”