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Thursday 26 July 2018

Drift, As In Wave

Only fragments now
No more to write of the papyrus
Or of those poets in the valley below

Only apathetic now
No more to be plagued by passions
Nor to wait for early morning letters

Only lost for words now
Yet not lost for those past words
Which passed by without reflection

Only time for oneself now
Yet not with time at the crucial moment
When attachment needs to be released

Only insecurity of security now
Uncertainty being the partner of trust
When doubters take over the asylum

Then to fall back on exaggeration
Amplification of what is and isn’t true
As a means of saying nothing at all


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