I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library- Jorge Borges



Thursday 13 January 2011

Unhinged

5:26 the screws loosened
As the truth peeled away
From the walls.
Stacks trembled
Oppressed by the weight
Before me, you unhinged.
Descending further.
The sound of fire splitting
You& I

Fooled by the roses in your eyes.
The earth rings through me now.
Perished are the petals.

7 comments:

  1. great! Glad you put this back up...

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  2. Alex: I've just looked at your blog, it's brilliant. I fail to believe you live in Cleckheaton.

    Mike: Thank you, why do you suggest I change it? Purely for phonological reasons?

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