Ponders on

The distances between the galaxies rotating in my extremities are extremely small. I fall into several obscure categories which are deep enough to drown me. Where are the stars to light my way? A universe inside my head dying dying almost dead the darkness blends in with the night that bends in through the door…

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Big tops

What are the odds? one, ten, a million ten billion to one? and yet we go on with life, with living, who’s giving these odds? We make rods for our backs throwing wooden balls into round holes like a fairground attraction watching horses move along predetermined tracks and we hope to win a prize. Eyes…

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Two tiers on Tuesday

About as far away as I can be from this sensing of security and yet I try to get an inch more from the mile. Indecision? I survive in troubled times. I will or will not decide to see what’s on the menu placed in front of me, knowing it’s a platform game and what…

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