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by Ryan Sprules
I return to a network like no other.
Familiarly entangled but different.
Each green grass blade, a connective tissue locking into skin.
Wiring into something primal.
Pillowed by poppies.
Wrapped with willows.
Sprawled onto a pasture, now often perceived uncanny.
Made unfamiliar by daily rituals.
A space sometimes felt that we don’t belong,
but calls us all the same.
The eyes close, but the mind opens.
The process begins, and the energy flows.
Bright inklings of light travel down the roots below.
Slowly and effortlessly.
A collage of luminescence,
enmeshed within the soil.
The light fades into the earth but the feeling arrives,
that it has reached its destination.
Deep below, untapped, undisturbed, unbroken.
Then something is travelling upward; invisible to eye but not mind.
A soft warm pulse reverberates, causing the lungs to expand.
Drinking the neural chlorophyll,
nursed from the creases left on the field.
The head tingles, the throat tenses.
A memory unlocks of fulfilment.
The process o ftransformation, of appreciation.
The heart flutters thankfully.
Shortness of breath follows.
Exhalation of an old you.
In little moments it slowly draws.
A return to unity.
A true peace like no other.
I return to a network like no other.
Familiarly entangled but different.
Each green grass blade, a connective tissue locking into skin.
Wiring into something primal.
Pillowed by poppies.
Wrapped with willows.
Sprawled onto a pasture, now often perceived uncanny.
Made unfamiliar by daily rituals.
A space sometimes felt that we don’t belong,
but calls us all the same.
The eyes close, but the mind opens.
The process begins, and the energy flows.
Bright inklings of light travel down the roots below.
Slowly and effortlessly.
A collage of luminescence,
enmeshed within the soil.
The light fades into the earth but the feeling arrives,
that it has reached its destination.
Deep below, untapped, undisturbed, unbroken.
Then something is travelling upward; invisible to eye but not mind.
A soft warm pulse reverberates, causing the lungs to expand.
Drinking the neural chlorophyll,
nursed from the creases left on the field.
The head tingles, the throat tenses.
A memory unlocks of fulfilment.
The process o ftransformation, of appreciation.
The heart flutters thankfully.
Shortness of breath follows.
Exhalation of an old you.
In little moments it slowly draws.
A return to unity.
A true peace like no other.
Ryan Sprules is a MA postgraduate student of Creative Writing at Exeter University.
by Ryan Sprules
I return to a network like no other.
Familiarly entangled but different.
Each green grass blade, a connective tissue locking into skin.
Wiring into something primal.
Pillowed by poppies.
Wrapped with willows.
Sprawled onto a pasture, now often perceived uncanny.
Made unfamiliar by daily rituals.
A space sometimes felt that we don’t belong,
but calls us all the same.
The eyes close, but the mind opens.
The process begins, and the energy flows.
Bright inklings of light travel down the roots below.
Slowly and effortlessly.
A collage of luminescence,
enmeshed within the soil.
The light fades into the earth but the feeling arrives,
that it has reached its destination.
Deep below, untapped, undisturbed, unbroken.
Then something is travelling upward; invisible to eye but not mind.
A soft warm pulse reverberates, causing the lungs to expand.
Drinking the neural chlorophyll,
nursed from the creases left on the field.
The head tingles, the throat tenses.
A memory unlocks of fulfilment.
The process o ftransformation, of appreciation.
The heart flutters thankfully.
Shortness of breath follows.
Exhalation of an old you.
In little moments it slowly draws.
A return to unity.
A true peace like no other.
I return to a network like no other.
Familiarly entangled but different.
Each green grass blade, a connective tissue locking into skin.
Wiring into something primal.
Pillowed by poppies.
Wrapped with willows.
Sprawled onto a pasture, now often perceived uncanny.
Made unfamiliar by daily rituals.
A space sometimes felt that we don’t belong,
but calls us all the same.
The eyes close, but the mind opens.
The process begins, and the energy flows.
Bright inklings of light travel down the roots below.
Slowly and effortlessly.
A collage of luminescence,
enmeshed within the soil.
The light fades into the earth but the feeling arrives,
that it has reached its destination.
Deep below, untapped, undisturbed, unbroken.
Then something is travelling upward; invisible to eye but not mind.
A soft warm pulse reverberates, causing the lungs to expand.
Drinking the neural chlorophyll,
nursed from the creases left on the field.
The head tingles, the throat tenses.
A memory unlocks of fulfilment.
The process o ftransformation, of appreciation.
The heart flutters thankfully.
Shortness of breath follows.
Exhalation of an old you.
In little moments it slowly draws.
A return to unity.
A true peace like no other.
Ryan Sprules is a MA postgraduate student of Creative Writing at Exeter University.
by Ryan Sprules
I return to a network like no other.
Familiarly entangled but different.
Each green grass blade, a connective tissue locking into skin.
Wiring into something primal.
Pillowed by poppies.
Wrapped with willows.
Sprawled onto a pasture, now often perceived uncanny.
Made unfamiliar by daily rituals.
A space sometimes felt that we don’t belong,
but calls us all the same.
The eyes close, but the mind opens.
The process begins, and the energy flows.
Bright inklings of light travel down the roots below.
Slowly and effortlessly.
A collage of luminescence,
enmeshed within the soil.
The light fades into the earth but the feeling arrives,
that it has reached its destination.
Deep below, untapped, undisturbed, unbroken.
Then something is travelling upward; invisible to eye but not mind.
A soft warm pulse reverberates, causing the lungs to expand.
Drinking the neural chlorophyll,
nursed from the creases left on the field.
The head tingles, the throat tenses.
A memory unlocks of fulfilment.
The process o ftransformation, of appreciation.
The heart flutters thankfully.
Shortness of breath follows.
Exhalation of an old you.
In little moments it slowly draws.
A return to unity.
A true peace like no other.
I return to a network like no other.
Familiarly entangled but different.
Each green grass blade, a connective tissue locking into skin.
Wiring into something primal.
Pillowed by poppies.
Wrapped with willows.
Sprawled onto a pasture, now often perceived uncanny.
Made unfamiliar by daily rituals.
A space sometimes felt that we don’t belong,
but calls us all the same.
The eyes close, but the mind opens.
The process begins, and the energy flows.
Bright inklings of light travel down the roots below.
Slowly and effortlessly.
A collage of luminescence,
enmeshed within the soil.
The light fades into the earth but the feeling arrives,
that it has reached its destination.
Deep below, untapped, undisturbed, unbroken.
Then something is travelling upward; invisible to eye but not mind.
A soft warm pulse reverberates, causing the lungs to expand.
Drinking the neural chlorophyll,
nursed from the creases left on the field.
The head tingles, the throat tenses.
A memory unlocks of fulfilment.
The process o ftransformation, of appreciation.
The heart flutters thankfully.
Shortness of breath follows.
Exhalation of an old you.
In little moments it slowly draws.
A return to unity.
A true peace like no other.
Ryan Sprules is a MA postgraduate student of Creative Writing at Exeter University.
by Ryan Sprules
I return to a network like no other.
Familiarly entangled but different.
Each green grass blade, a connective tissue locking into skin.
Wiring into something primal.
Pillowed by poppies.
Wrapped with willows.
Sprawled onto a pasture, now often perceived uncanny.
Made unfamiliar by daily rituals.
A space sometimes felt that we don’t belong,
but calls us all the same.
The eyes close, but the mind opens.
The process begins, and the energy flows.
Bright inklings of light travel down the roots below.
Slowly and effortlessly.
A collage of luminescence,
enmeshed within the soil.
The light fades into the earth but the feeling arrives,
that it has reached its destination.
Deep below, untapped, undisturbed, unbroken.
Then something is travelling upward; invisible to eye but not mind.
A soft warm pulse reverberates, causing the lungs to expand.
Drinking the neural chlorophyll,
nursed from the creases left on the field.
The head tingles, the throat tenses.
A memory unlocks of fulfilment.
The process o ftransformation, of appreciation.
The heart flutters thankfully.
Shortness of breath follows.
Exhalation of an old you.
In little moments it slowly draws.
A return to unity.
A true peace like no other.
I return to a network like no other.
Familiarly entangled but different.
Each green grass blade, a connective tissue locking into skin.
Wiring into something primal.
Pillowed by poppies.
Wrapped with willows.
Sprawled onto a pasture, now often perceived uncanny.
Made unfamiliar by daily rituals.
A space sometimes felt that we don’t belong,
but calls us all the same.
The eyes close, but the mind opens.
The process begins, and the energy flows.
Bright inklings of light travel down the roots below.
Slowly and effortlessly.
A collage of luminescence,
enmeshed within the soil.
The light fades into the earth but the feeling arrives,
that it has reached its destination.
Deep below, untapped, undisturbed, unbroken.
Then something is travelling upward; invisible to eye but not mind.
A soft warm pulse reverberates, causing the lungs to expand.
Drinking the neural chlorophyll,
nursed from the creases left on the field.
The head tingles, the throat tenses.
A memory unlocks of fulfilment.
The process o ftransformation, of appreciation.
The heart flutters thankfully.
Shortness of breath follows.
Exhalation of an old you.
In little moments it slowly draws.
A return to unity.
A true peace like no other.
Ryan Sprules is a MA postgraduate student of Creative Writing at Exeter University.