low line, heavy over-hanging tumble-grey air
Hard hair bone and muscle postcard banality
Full of wonder sitting astride with magical incantations, the name of the beast itself, intoning too its cry in its power over the silent plodding to an impossible horizon, he
full of wonder sits under a gaze that is dreaming its immensity
her immensity fascinated in a trepidation swept under steel sand-blown air.