Immobile

The smallest of noises I hear your bark,
Doppler a singular shrill calved
Amongst whispers this to you
For I hear your bark and reverb it to
Be chronicles of inner growth
As you creak all once shaken leaves host
 
Doted Doppler it wouldn’t have been
Doppler sung no while silence was winged so

What makes you suffer your soul this to you
See it come back hollow for they all have new
All left in pity past fear nobody who
Could have stayed intense attempt of redo
Artwork featured online as reflection of the streamlined internet era, with emphasis on the semi-anonymity and semi-non-formality of a user’s profile (art talk for hi guys, I’m an artist �). Works often displayed around England.
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