Unearth 10 Poem by William Pryor

"pink cloud travelled by"
start: stay: decay:
aspects
all there is
emotion's stuff
"wind sounds trees"
time plays conceptions
of a love, middle, no tenses, just is.




"now it roars"
I am drawn in
"night comes on"
the orchestra strikes up many tunes
they lose me, engage me, do
with me as will the mind




- sparks, reflections of their fire
how we do carry on
"regardless"