This fear-ridden drama would heave within me
Its thunderous slow hooves
Each time the day
Losing all signal of colour
Dimmed and darkened
Blank in the glare of meaning
Like a punctured skin
Words, when they came
Were a question of poise
On the page
In the air
Sometimes their inelegance was acrobatic
The squirrels, scampering on arterial branches
Agile and confident of their weight and route
And the birds
Whose still, sure accents trilled and sang
In movements sometimes brief and sometimes infinite
I envied for the way they made a poem over the broken world
Huckvale - Slow Hooves Lyrics
Huckvale - Slow Hooves Lyrics
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This fear-ridden drama would heave within me
Its thunderous slow hooves
Each time the day
Losing all signal of colour
Dimmed and darkened
Blank in the glare of meaning
Like a punctured skin
Words, when they came
Were a question of poise
On the page
In the air
Sometimes their inelegance was acrobatic
The squirrels, scampering on arterial branches
Agile and confident of their weight and route
And the birds
Whose still, sure accents trilled and sang
In movements sometimes brief and sometimes infinite
I envied for the way they made a poem over the broken world
Its thunderous slow hooves
Each time the day
Losing all signal of colour
Dimmed and darkened
Blank in the glare of meaning
Like a punctured skin
Words, when they came
Were a question of poise
On the page
In the air
Sometimes their inelegance was acrobatic
The squirrels, scampering on arterial branches
Agile and confident of their weight and route
And the birds
Whose still, sure accents trilled and sang
In movements sometimes brief and sometimes infinite
I envied for the way they made a poem over the broken world
Writer: Henry Gott
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