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Liquid Freedom
The flow I enjoy to come and go,
As I please with or against the breeze,
Like water flowing without the resistance,
Of opportunities for autographs or selfies
It is the privilege of the obscure majority,
To live without resistance to our liquidity,
To not owe every gratitude to new found difficulties,
I don't want fame, let me stay a minority.
Friday 19th May 2017 9:01 pm
Good Times
Good Times
Cold light of dusk
illuminated through
these stained glass windows.
Candles lit for saints and sinners
cast dancing shadows
on the marbled aisles.
Prayers for lost souls,
mumbled in archaic prose
to heighten sense
of magic and reverence.
Genuflection.
Sign of the Cross.
Body of Christ.
Blood of Christ
Soul of Man
The burnt rag smell
of i...
Saturday 20th December 2014 7:38 pm

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