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Philosophy

pattern making

in a frozen pine forest

an old bird dies

sumit must have packed in

probably its heart

meanwhile a newborn

young bairn cries

& a window cleaner

scratches his arse

downstream a tumble drier

catches fire

as a philanthropist sneezes

at something sublime

seemingly random

separated by distance

 sharing the same seconds

united by time

...





February 26, 2016resarfpoetry Art, Philosophy, Poem, Poems, Poetry, Science, Words Leave a comment
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