Silt.

A serpentine saviour

Won't be a saviour

At all, and irony

Irrigates this soil,

After all;

 

Yet there's a minor chord

Humbly persisting in truth,

A minor skew tending

Towards what we should do:

Some thinly-veiled idealism

That might guide

Our better angels still,

If only we can find

That spark of life

In the silt...

◄ Atlas.

Quixote. ►

Comments

Holden Moncrieff

Thu 20th Feb 2025 20:19

Thank you very much, Andrew, for the kind comment, I really appreciate it! 😊

Andrew Keulemans

Thu 20th Feb 2025 11:08

Earthy wisdom. Love it.

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