It will soon be later

    I supposed it a Thursday and a Thursday it be, I should have supposed Christmas under the tree.   In the shallows of an Autumn morn where the silver light of day is spawned and the golden cries of childhood born, I am torn out of my sleep.   And nothing can protect…

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The eleventh tablet

If it gets dark don’t we just put the light on until the darkness has gone? that’s good in theory but the illness that besets us makes us weary of these undefinables. I blow my bubbles trapped inside them and escape with the vapours that rise from without them a necromancer dancing to the dead…

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Hymn time

Let it come morning let the sun shine on me rid me of this darkness and the blindness I see. Bring me awakening bring me the singing of birds and books to be read full of words. If thine is the kingdom let it come and shine on until the day is full and the…

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