Wednesday, 3 December 2014


At first the brain started thinking
A collection of small calculations
Hemmed in by many restrictions
Existing in strange intimations

Actions required repetition
In creation of order in form
Getting together in terrible weather
Was one way to grapple the storm

Making sounds to the tunes of emotion
Having eaten the noise was contented
But content alone can chill to the bone
It’s the reason why words were invented

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