The sea drank the stars and belched out whales which propelled themselves into earths orbit to swim in deeper darker oceans than had ever existed.


Out there in the folded time of space beyond our tiny minds are gods who’ve lost all faith and hope, praying to their creations to rescue them.


And men withdraw to smaller spaces in search of meaning, tearing the pages from books and renting sacred garments whilst drinking blood soaked in bread.


And she creates more of us from an alchemy unknown, sending us out from well worn wombs to look for ourselves and where we came from.


Never really looking rearward, all is lost to future time, the past is just the expelled air of undigested history never learned or taught.


Our destiny has long since passed us by. 


◄ Hungry

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Sun 3rd Dec 2017 19:12

Thanks for the like Colin

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