The ideas intellectualising
And I see the evasive gestures
Intertwined in the silence
That space between thoughts and written words
And war weary
cast ashore in that talk of the weather
Nobody dares mention the critical
Instead in the mediocrity, sparse honesty
Carefully chosen each destination so as to not bring anyone too close to the fire,
Or worse, beyond it – into the darkness
That has always surrounded us.
© TheHairyTeacher 2017
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