Monday 2 March 2020

Like Unstable Water


We cannot watch the stars unfurl with laughter.
The less I see of airborne structures, well.
Explain the disappearance of the self.
If pounced upon by this, the mountains move.
But faith cannot move mountains after all.
Obsessions led by madness, all the rage.
Constrained by laughter, all we do is howl.
And then – what now? Will all our tears dry up?
Like woollen glasses, all your best attempts.

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