Saturday 15 August 2020

Tiny Dreamless World

 The tide, the slow ebb of sorrow 

Advanced upon us appearing as if swift 

Yet the signs were clear in the distance 

And our hopes in better tomorrow

Saw us ignore what was in plain sight 

We drunk...no we gulped our little water 

Obstinate in our refusal to accept reality 

And then it caught up with us 

Exploding on our faces like a big bang 

Splitting our dream into tiny dreamless world 

Tiny formless and desolate worlds 

And there is no whisper of the gods and angels 

Speaking life into it 

 


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