Sep 2016
you can search among old rocks to try to discover your identity
the Astrologist's eye at the end of a telescope mapping destinies.
Dig a hole to nowhere but down until its gets too hot. This too is futile.
Splitting shale to discover a new fossilised ancestor which is a contradiction in terms. Confuse yourself trying to learn a foreign language with your ears and eyes while counting backwards from a million, million, million, but why. Days are not yours, they happen whether you are around or not, and lets be honest for most of the time you are somewhere completely other. Some poetry is written where no one can read it, its far too deep to be popular, and its author lived and died in complete obscurity counting shiny rocks in the night sky.
the Astrologist's eye at the end of a telescope mapping destinies.
Dig a hole to nowhere but down until its gets too hot. This too is futile.
Splitting shale to discover a new fossilised ancestor which is a contradiction in terms. Confuse yourself trying to learn a foreign language with your ears and eyes while counting backwards from a million, million, million, but why. Days are not yours, they happen whether you are around or not, and lets be honest for most of the time you are somewhere completely other. Some poetry is written where no one can read it, its far too deep to be popular, and its author lived and died in complete obscurity counting shiny rocks in the night sky.
