Twenty seven silences

What was out there is still, still there hiding in the hedgerows shining in the rainbows and slowly melting with the ice floes, everything goes but why go now?…

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The green screen

Synaptic messages crash, nerve endings screwed, you’d think they’d have used a different overlay. I’m in no position to say much, my sense of sight, sound and smell are gone. I still feel, can you touch me to see if I’m breathing. Nerves end in a brick wall and bounce back to replay my life,…

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