Ineffable
Like the internet;
the pre-disposed characters
of life and love - coloured with
asterisks, italics;
pressed flowers of lies;
the fingertip and the keyboard,
untying, tying bootlaces to trip over;
there is nothing really known.
Try to forget the sun;
the mortal warmth,
and your figurative too –
everyone disappears;
authority or not, the likely firsts;
those who bargain with time
wasting it.
Imagine elasticity
before its yielding last;
thoughts as connected,
as unoriginal
as just holding on,
then gone,
and all will not be lost,
for not ever being found at all.
Marianne Louise Daniels
Mon 21st Oct 2013 15:18
Thank you for reading and Philipos - thank you for ploughing through! That seems a long time ago now but I have fond memories of it all coming together! x