Gossamer.
A fated fatigue,
Life held onto
By the gossamer thread
Of reminiscences,
And a silently snarled
Refusal to abscond
While the pulse
Both sings and singes,
Teetering, therefore,
On the perennial brink
Of a glorious irony...
A fated fatigue,
Life held onto
By the gossamer thread
Of reminiscences,
And a silently snarled
Refusal to abscond
While the pulse
Both sings and singes,
Teetering, therefore,
On the perennial brink
Of a glorious irony...
An absolute gem, Holden. Every word has its place.
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Holden Moncrieff
Fri 9th May 2025 12:24
Thank you so much, Stephen, for your lovely comment, it really means a lot! 😊