AN HOUR OUT OF TIME

 

 Another poem about those special moments of insight this post.
If you have not seen William Blake's etching then you are in for a rare treat.

Spit bite is another term for etching, you can read about it here.

an hour out of time

I could almost taste the past

with those colours on my tongue

that music on my skin

I was infinity, the shortest line

on William Blake’s copper plate,

an acid burned, spit bite etching,

at liberty to walk between the spaces of the world.

I have talked before about how much I value those times, however brief, when you can see the world anew. 
Here's Laura Marling.

Until next time.