Slide


A sound

        A-cooing

                A twist

                        A turn

                                A tone.



                                              A not-term

                                                      A nocturne

                                                             An alternative

                                                                    An alter-native world. 


© Martin Slidel 2018
Photograph © Martin Slidel 2018


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