The motion of men

..and now it’s my own footsteps I’m running alongside trying to beat the tide and catch the Sun before it dies. It’s when, far out on the spit that it hits you and as if you knew you chase the steps you made before…

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By association

There are those like me, the cause of synchronicity, relying on and that’s where it goes wrong the relying, because we’re all dying to rely upon someone. Someone drop Jung a bung A C note should do. Alternatively the universe gifts me endless possibilities and the Sun which always has done shines on…

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In the end

I think I’ll be neutered they’ll slice me open take it all out and put in a suture the future looks grim. But I can still grin a Cheshire cat ain’t afraid of that but has to think twice about mice…

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Philip the philosopher

There’s no closure this is the exploding edifice the imposing of another what if and it’s all about me the sea of faces washing over me the crashing of waves the humanity the futile gesture this texture of my life gritty rougher around the edges but I am being given a softer contour older age…

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Frequencies

Perhaps we are just a series of electrical short circuits caught in our frames giving them names like speech and movement. And with these thought I give myself torment or maybe we are these thoughts in a bubble or planets we see from the Hubble. this also gives me trouble. We could be what is marked…

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Foundation stones

Everything cedes to obscurity eventually. All the greats of history will fade in the fading of memory. I’m wondering why are we here just to live only to die? That’s not quite true because I know that you and I will never die abstract? possibly. Time meets space and your face is unchanging, I persevere…

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In the monastery

Going back through the archives, back through the tunnels of time over matter and memory, remember me? Is time a straight line? Is memory curved? Are the lines that I’ve swerved on and under observed in the order they were or are they randomly paced in the place where the archives reside? Who designs these…

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