Chaos Theory
Too many hands clapping too many moths circling the street, lamp click and clap, alters a world. Alters a world in telepathic ripple over the convex of a seas horizon,…
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The Poetic Warrior Returns to his Poetry after Illness Welcome One, Welcome All
Too many hands clapping too many moths circling the street, lamp click and clap, alters a world. Alters a world in telepathic ripple over the convex of a seas horizon,…
Life has its shadows they follow you around over your shoulder in the midday sun and into the night, slowly dimming, the shadows are black your blocking the light, as…
Dark water has the capacity to draw in, especially the vortex of the whirlpool, black is the colour, hell is the place. As fast as it draws down to its…
So it came to me and thus I demanded of it as much as I was told commonly known as truth spades and buckets full I couldn’t escape the velocity…
Like the iceberg the Titanic encountered this now strange country needs to put the engines into reverse with regard to the doomed Brexit ( which by the way sounds like…