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Sifting Sands
hungry hourglass happens
human helplessness--
humanity hastes, hangs, hovering
between bottomless boundaries
bouncing, bobbing buoyantly
but back below
sands sift with shifting sorrows-
sunsets sink senile-- so,
how do hating humans have hope?
temporal time turns turnips into topsoil--
topsoil into tar-pits,
a tale that is told
by battling bugs boasting
of being bold beings
above & b...
Sunday 7th March 2021 7:05 pm
Swayed On The Knife Edge
I held my breath taut
as she swayed on the knife edge
arms calming dipping, rising
dignified reslilience
I blew her my love and fell to sleep
as father turned on son
as daughter turned on mother
as neighbour turned on neighbour
as she fell
Rule Britannia?
Saturday 25th June 2016 9:25 am
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