Poetry –

This soul is in a knot

Screwed up in a ball

Gathering new moulds

Instead of new worlds 

Snatched by a treetop

Tangled in branches

Fluttering in a breeze which does not move me 

In sight and out of reach

Carved out by cleaver 

Death of a thousand cuts

Sold into slavery

Burnt out fever-dreams

Flirting with fascination

Concepts kiss its hand 

It smiles and slips away

Afraid of commitment

It’s still afraid

So afraid so afraid

Of the end of the road

Of letting go

It’s asking why

Old hat is still important

It’s asking why

New hat is still empty 

It’s asking why

Time is so scattered

It’s asking whether

These works ever mattered

It’s wondering if

Another year, another year

Another decade

Another life

Will ever be enough

It’s wondering why

It’s still in a knot

It’s wondering what

Important thing it forgot

Mixedia

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