A collection of poems and short stories, from a long time ago and from today. Some are light hearted, others are more serious, some are simply extracts from larger pieces of ficiton I am writing.
Wednesday 5 February 2014
Under
The earth is like a surface of brown
Spread out under a canopy of midnight dark
Outwards flowing outwards
Expanse and endlessness
Universes retire while the canopy remains
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