The pull of blank paper
A place to let the rage quieten
A place to let the love happen
How little I have travelled
How far I have travelled
Shallow is as shallow is
Let the cuts go deeper
Let the flames fly higher
Take the fear and the repulsion
Take the cure of the damned
Feel the blood, fizzle and crackle
Hear the head ring and rant
Scant reward for years of pummelling
Tunnelling for the known unknown
Scurrying from house to home
How far away is the slowing down
How far away the signs; what signs
What pictures am I to paint
What sketches am I to draw
What is this power of the pull
Such aches that fall onto the page
Sage of my life do not quieten
Love of my life pray make it happen
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