Daylight filtered through half-full glass; empty bar and heart like the out-turned pockets of eight am Monday morning drinkers.
A distinct lack of mental wealth.
Fragile body’s failing, mind a time machine.
Pick at threads, unravelling reality. Looming illumination.
How much time? How much life?
The same as a song that’s never played twice.
Beginning to have suspicions that you can’t dance to poetry, no matter how hard you try, but who on earth would want to dictate what song a bird should sing.
No truth but your own truth and if you don’t own it, the truth owns you.
It owes you nothing.
A distinct lack of mental wealth.
Fragile body’s failing, mind a time machine.
Pick at threads, unravelling reality. Looming illumination.
How much time? How much life?
The same as a song that’s never played twice.
Beginning to have suspicions that you can’t dance to poetry, no matter how hard you try, but who on earth would want to dictate what song a bird should sing.
No truth but your own truth and if you don’t own it, the truth owns you.
It owes you nothing.
