Relatives In Carpets

I’ve seen smiles and relatives in carpets, sweet faces within the leaves and branches therein. Whole worlds in hedgerows shapes everywhere, I guess they know who we are they are watching all the while as time meanders throughout the day.  We are not alone if only we realised comfort would be found, peace would be discovered at autumn, in the fall, gold bronze leaves crunch beneath our feat they are talking as you are walking with senses renewed and light between bare branches, light will come upon the dawning of new spring and all will be renewed unfurled there is something to be thankful for in everything we see all is relative to all we are gods creatures.

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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