God of measured metre, rhythmrising from the iron, soaring down the fairwaypulsing through the drill, healing places of decaypounding the pavement, a liturgy of cadenced paces. See here your servant, Paddyfull of life, connection, relatedness.May you be to him all…
The pounding of my heart, heralding a fear of who knows what had been completely quietened. In its place, an intense interest was flowering as I found myself peering deep into an empty chest cavity, tracking the embalmer who was…