Layers of life in the shadow lands, past present and some future mix. A dark mist in a ball hangs in front of my eyes. Irritates me, still hours, waiting for it to move, to dark tears of an unseen world, such is desperation for a better day, that thus far is not manifest. I push my hands to part this cloud. To see if there is a clean white one to set me free.
A Thousand Years Ahead
A thousand years ahead I turned up on a beach risen from golden sand and sun id been rolled squeezed tossed raised on a full moon evolution made a double now I know I can go on and there will be someone like me in another thousand years
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Author: Mason Cult Poet
Mason Cult Poet was born in Westmorland in the Lake District in a farming engineering community. On one side of the family many portions of nobility mainly the Stuarts. Mason Cult did as the herd does and went through the education process. attended drama school and ran small businesses. The stigma of mental health issues blighted him as it does with all creative people, was diagnosed in 2011 with a form of Asperger’s Syndrome which can impair executive function however it has given him a higher sense to see what others do not and from this ability he concludes the world is controlled by esoteric forces and that other interventions operate steering the world we know ro a new beginning..
What we witness we are forced to challenge and the work of Mason Cult assists this
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