it's like a death
all the possibilities
in the space between us
die
there is no me
its literal
sunlight sparkling on the dust
into
bottomless pits
of despair
why does he care
he's none to spare
u need to see
too soft fluffy earthchild
change !
too hard real undesirable
change ?
ironic bitter taste no pleasing
those others are nice and appealing
you used to be like that .....
the
winds
of
autumn
blow
bearing
the
bright
decay
of
falling
leaves
andrews reply :
in fact life and death are blurred
andrew writes:
nowhere
where have i been?
nowhere
where have i come from?
nowhere
don't worry you are about where you should be
to dust
and back again
or
... from the ocean
to the stars
and back again
at thirteen
there are sharp edges everywhere
all of them cut
aging blunts the edges
dims the colours
taints all emotion with reason
old age is so undignified
not the glory of youth
but a rushed exit
or worse
a doddering decline
the slow absorption by the grave
summer
dried and dusty
fast fading
autumn
condensation
on my early morning window