Excellence.
For sale.
The writer lights a cigarette and leaves it to rest, gutting in the ashtray.
Wreaths of blue murl smoke curl toward the ceiling.
The window is fuggy.
The room - lamp lit.
Beyond the hedge damp sheep nibble at grass.
He's gripped and shaken by the whispers flooding by.
Link to link bringing meaning to the very brink.
In the blink of a reader's eye.
Papering the gaps.
Setting fire to the world.
He frantically scribbles down these reflections.
Making the blind see.
Meaning for sale.
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Saturday, 2 October 2010
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