Thursday, March 28, 2024

Letter #12

Her name was Cloudier but now

known to you as Storm


never in the same place twice but

nevertheless she strikes and


illuminates a moment enough

to mistake her lex talionis for


cool vengeance of she who docks years and

subtracts pleasures judiciously saying


‘no matter how well spent

it’s spent with no account now’


Could the mind be cloudier though

and that path ahead a faultline?


So walk backwards uphill

Get nowhere on life’s treadmill


But restore the knee of wisdom

the sanity of tiny relics and sadness


of riots past and pagan screams

and all that disappeared under foot


                                                                        8 January 2024


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