The wind horns of the sea I can hear them as I struggle to sleep the sound is hypnotising me and sapping my strength drawn to stand I take slant through a small window no need to wonder a full moon occupied my vision.
The strength and power gave an answer for the swell on a sea that hunts without sight or mercy the vulnerable.
I turned and laid upon my bed at least safe for now and the sea cried, sleep calm and take rest oh vulnerable man fore that is what we are.
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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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