Building the Ark

No signs here or there, I wonder. But after the wonder I realise it’s gone so if life goes on can you tell me where? I searched high and low in the graveyards of woe off the cape of no hope and still couldn’t see. What if what if is not to be and no…

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The pyramid fixer

Using the art of triangulation I plot what I think’s my position, the universe thinks differently and expands my point of view. The creator, a failed realtor or what? Celestial snooker. To lose one world is unfortunate and so on and so on, but it goes on and in the end it will end nothing…

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Cinder toffee

Coffee’s done and I’m about to be, Werk or work when I put my glasses on passes all understanding. if it’s the opium of the working class I should abstain. But I’ll go again what else? perhaps I like the pain or maybe it reminds me that all that glitters is usually hoar frost. Lost?…

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