Fighting inertia

perhaps the universe turns and it’s we who expand. sand and crabs and slabs of Kendal Mint Cake I ache for simpler times but who can say their yesterday was better than tomorrow is? perhaps when time contracts to bring us back and take us further away from the onslaught of today we can relax…

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The deep

Times I have lent, borrowed and spent are all bent around an old man’s little finger. I linger on long, long after the audience has gone, reviewing the past until at last I am satisfied. Wide of the mark I may have been in the city of fallen though I have seen the future and…

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