Diane Hine - Frame lyrics

FRAME Bleached white and black ash, slight, multi-stemmed skeletons. Stark, sere symmetry. Cradled between burnt hills the sea is a silver chalice. PULL The pa**ing moon leaves a single dropp of water sleeping, but awakens and animates an ocean of linked drops. The waves claw for purchase and their wet shadows cling to clinging grains. CONCENTRATE Eighteen holes of golf, menfolk give much good advice. Focussed attention. Fades. I collect some red leaves and there's an odd saw-shaped cloud.