there are no athenian heroes here
the minotaur runs riot

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fallen nature
are we more than we observe in ourselves

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cunningly wrought
will I be able to escape my thoughts

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overachieving at overthinking
an award  I really don’t want
working through a multiplicity of  scenarios
seeing futures that
may never
will never
like my own minority report
jumping at my own shadows
they creep around the fuzzy bits
where the light and dark parry
sparing over territory
for a claim on sanity
or at least where it should reside
and the winner is….


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debris drifts
crunches underfoot
hauling yourself out
to reach
after

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hope* is it there
your fingers
searching
feeling
through debris

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when the dust settles
you really want to find
hope

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I want not to care
not to feel the pain
shame
generated by fear

fear that leaves me paralysed
struggling for breath
irrational
still playing games

games in my mind
playing for my soul
future
I want one, back off

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marked out
scars are deep
granulated
raised
hate designed this pattern of lace
body compensates for punches and kicks
pinned to soft pillows held with steel
bobbins twist and cross intricate designs
capturing events in delicate knots
infinite combinations
belying pain, tales, drama
to create a work of beauty
in silk and blood
triumph
you did not win
victory was mine
I wear the lace mantilla


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stress injury is concussive
compresses and pummels
rewires and reroutes
rumination rules
tossing and turning in it’s bed
rumpled and flung pillows
a mountain of mismatched linen
pushing the brain to limits
pulsing then seeping
beyond skull
I have had enough
craving colour co-ordination
with simple, single-strand thoughts


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