Friday, 15 April 2016


Odd the way of incomplete
How it tugs away at senseless
Then teases my simplicity
Pulls me down off high pretences

Muddles I am running from
Turn my ideas inside out
Not the precious sort of nonsense
Which leaves me rolling all about

Paradoxes must be partly blamed
For contradicting my standstill
With maddening inconsistencies
Pretending generously freewill

Enticed by fear of disappointment
To search for any misplaced cloud
And so retrieve it from confusion
Hid from recklessness out loud

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