In motion

I am engineering solutions, counting leaves

As I kick through my woodland walk

Will the treated walls sustain the painting?

Will the digital performance light my words?

Can the transparent selection reform?

The return through sloe gin to writers’ isolation

Could become a depression

From the current online fluid generation

The magic of our results explode

In motion, they come together

About Lindsay Craik

Writer & Poet Poetry, plays and short stories
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