Celestial snooker

One last kiss before the meteor strikes and the lights go out. Watching the night sky knowing not the why and with no understanding of how deep it is. There must be a pattern coded into each system but it’s a mystery to me, I see seasons in the shadows, shadows of long dead stars,…

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The fog’s still on the Tyne

The   When there’s no more fish will we still wait for ‘when the boat comes in?’ when the plate’s licked clean, no more fat when times are lean, what will we wish for then?…

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