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Thursday, 16 September 2010

recovery from addiction, a year on(1986)

Silence compounded, on an edge honed in sorrow
on a word close to, closed by, emptiness
The leaves fall, silently, in parallel
dreams, fuzzy lines in formless chasms some
of my own invention
On a brink
in a precipice, There
the echo of a broken cry, strangled
by it's own completeness, the music, razor
sharp on a tired mind, Tired
of wandering, lost in its endless meander whither
to, the bird will not reveal