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Freedom of a Certain Kind
Was it a golden age
of freedom of a certain kind
and were we then the lucky ones
the unchained, in my terms?
The next utopia may be rich and sweet
a virtual paradise perhaps
and honeycombed with images but
from which there is no escape
no vantage point
or cold light of day.
From restless souls are we come
from buccaneers with fast boats
their oak planks...
Friday 6th August 2021 11:52 am
I Wonder What They Pray For
As I watch them in the park
spry old couple, ninety odd
hearts re-bored and tooled up
with walking, hearing, seeing aids
a twinkle even in the eye
leaning close, holding hands
these taller, longer-living things
our ever-lengthening DNA string
she blushes, he grins, I wonder who
we must thank?
The gentleman scientist medicine man?
Pioneer, fingering his wai...
Friday 6th August 2021 11:40 am
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