Tuesday, 18 May 2021



when my mind is gaping

open to seduction by poetic thoughts

any noise is like a stun grenade

rattling hail around a sun shower

breaking dishes best served with silver





listen to the illusive will o’ the wisp lisp

of voices beyond choices

extra-cranial in their introspection

the prolapse of a mind in depth defined

and all thought proscribed by thought

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