Monthly Archives: August 2015

Hippo grit?.

Hypocrisy is a very bold
thing to accuse someone with.
Do you know the inner workings
of their mind? Have you
personally traced the path
up til now that their very
life has taken (which is their mind)?
Were you there when the
pendulousnesses were
carved?
Which bits were hard and
which soft to get through?
Which were steep valleys
and which shallow verges?
Where is the hole from
which shadow emerges?
Whence came the light
that rolls golden lurches?
Running through woods
of oak or silver birches?


The eye.

The eye that the lamplight showed me, bounced back off the bottom, on its way back out the teacup on my bottom lip.

That wasn’t me.

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Photo by Tom Tolkien