Saturday, February 21

AThief of a Different Kind

[poem written with drawing pen and coloured pens, washed wish water, on a tea-bag aged scrap paper I made last year]

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This came to me today, when I realised... it's marking me.

"I ebb and flow into your mind
I am the fear within your tunnel of time
creating seismic superfluous yarn
weaving yourself into an intricate darn


H said...

aah it's getting inside me!

Moon said...

it better not.....