Tuesday, 8 December 2009

Brain Stains


The silence echoing around the cathedral of my mind says it all.

Reality speaks though slurred

Leaving brain stains on the floor.

Jigsaw splatterings form the words

You've kept locked up in that treasured box,

Carried since eternity.

Come take the rusted key from this proffered palm

And let lightness free.


Manchester 2009

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