Sunday 2 February 2014

Out of One's Mind

To journey from that ever distant
demesne, attached to now by paths
so Byzantine the Devil couldn't
negotiate his way around them...

...at last, we learn that all those things
we thought we'd kept as safe, like love
and poetry and memories
(yes, most of all and memories)
were lost in transit. Who knows now?

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