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Untangle

I’ve been in and out

and around and through and past

this mess;

but it’s all still tangled and tied.

I’m waiting for the renaissance

that interprets the spilling

of ink and ash and led and charcoal

and translates it into a much brighter

palette.

I’m waiting for the point of no return,

I’m waiting to unwind.

Ask questions, always ask questions

More

or less than

equal to

you, or me

- or God

Because who is this deity?

And what is the measure

that no one can reach?

Shoes so big

that no one can fill.

False prophets may be scary

because they never tell

the story of a MAN

who doesn’t exist

or befit morals

that define

hypocrisy.

And with it comes power

and we take it away

and who are you?

at Laugharne Castle
Morning coffee in my awesome new mug, I’m a happy girl on hump day Wednesday
Jordie playing a great gig at the Green Note last night, plenty of laughs too  (at Green Note)

Come down

Sometimes

The noise inside my head

Is so loud

It overwhelms.

Everything else is blurred

From the ringing, and the vibration that is

My uncertainty

The reverb of my thoughts

Is a pastiche.

I am not the only one

Alone in the mire

When the imminent time

Seems to draw itself close,

The swinging metal hands

Edging nearer -

A metronome

e presto

Perplexing, stifling and injuring the mind.

Release

From the prism

Accept

Adagio

realising,

You hold the mechanism

In your hands of flesh

Time itself is not.

Amenable

But what you choose

To do with it is