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Taylor of Triumph

Poem by George Duric-Last - Photograph by Ally Bain

How did you come to me? In my dreams?
Drifted upon the stony shore, unharmed,
Separating me from the deep, dark abyss.
Capturing the glow of the pale moonlight,
A flare in my eyes, burning into what I am,
Restores my might, this mystery of the night.

Followers of the Apocalypse march to the sound of drums,
Alas I have escaped that doom; I strum.
Behold, it detects my emotions,
Forcing my fingers on the frets, loud or low;
I release them: creative unconscious long lost.
Free.

Sitting beneath the trees by the railroad track,
Expressing a soul I now feel
That bursts out from hollowed wood.
Playing along with the birds sweet chorus
And Johnny's moog humming behind the hills.
A gift of nature, my triumph.

You help the helpless teen woo
By a crackling fire, under a canopy of stars.
'All there really is, the two of us,
Nothing to explain, it's a part of us:
To be found within a song'
Taste of lips has become a regular meal.

Away from the forest; the cabin made of earth,
On a stage in some far away land,
Music hoards, with a craving they cannot satisfy.
I play, they come, they follow
Like I have inherited the Piper's magic.
Fame tastes better than lips.

Followers have forged my instrument,
To embody the power they consider blood.
It channels the current around within,
No longer hollow but complete, better than dreams
This new sound, this new world is a phenomena!
It mirrors a desire of the artist I could be.
I want more, I need more.

The audience lights up, I can see the circuits blowing,
This ringing in my ear like a cancer,
Taste of lips, and more, has left me tainted inside,
A star of rock falling into the depths I once avoided,
Fame's stage dust in my system,
My soul now a commercial product.

You are cursed, Followers told me so
But I shall leave you in a cavern,
Deep and foreboding,
Until someone worthy can possess 'The Guitar'.

Photographic Media and Prices

When the poem and photograph are printed, the poem is to the left of the image. The lines of the poem are still centred.

The media is PermaJet's Ultra Pearl. PermaJet state the paper is 295gsm, has a super ultra pearl finish, a high water resistance together with being scratch resistant and anti-scruff properties.

The table below shows the price (including postage), yet only to the UK. The price is for a single image. If you would more information (including delivery to outside the UK), please contact me.

UK Only

Size	Photograph (1 - 4)	Photograph (5+)
A0	£120	£100
A1	£90	£75
A2	£60	£50
A3	£40	£34
A4	£30	£25

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