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It started with your voice, your shimmering breath. Calling - so strange! My name. I rose, undreamed,. Across that space it seemed. The world unfolded of itself, a findern. Then I came upon you, lost,. Pitiful - until you saw me there, ghost. Of your ghost, shade of your shade, reflection. You bent to me, passion. Finding mirrored passion, the gloaming coal.

Sunday, June 17, 2012. I have been incredibly busy recently, home a lot fewer hours and, as often seems to happen at such times, the clutter has been secretly reproducing. I only wish that clutter was less inclined to give birth to whole litters at a time! I wrote this some time ago, but it seems so appropriate to post it today. Chaos and clutter, pushing and pressing. Filling my eyes and ears, until I cannot breathe. Under the weight of it. I close my eyes,. And though I long to shake free from it and.

Tuesday, April 2, 2013. The darkness engulfs me,. My soul screams and fights,. My heart starts to wither. I hear someone screaming,. But they are not frightened. They are screaming my name,. And I think I see light. Hope flutters in my heart,. My soul screams back,. This fleck of light grows bigger,. And soon I am blinded. My heart beats wildly,. And now my soul cheers and sings. The light is so bright,. I see her now,.

Other worlds exist beneath the surface of my assumptions. Sunday, April 26, 2015. When joy fills the cracks. Saturday, April 25, 2015. Has grown into a year. Thursday, January 29, 2015. The Desire Of The Sane. The desire of the sane.

A picture is worth a thousand words. An out of place plaice. Had a sneer on his face. As he swam through the murky deeps. Though his spelling, I fear,. Was the worst in his year,. Still his spots made him oddly unique-. For he used them to count. And became a mathematical freak! For Tess and Steven Kelly at The Mag. These senior moments are the very pits. Sunday, 18 August 2013. Not for the tongue! Thanks Tess. Monday, 20 May 2013. Sunday, 5 May 2013.