A curious thought, will have to look at for my own sake and interest. Jumping into the rabbit hole let's see where it takes me. Must remember Perception is always influenced, it is why truth sometimes becomes lost to us. Yet being a seeker, I must journey forth to see what unfolds.
The cold smell of potato mould, the squelch and slap
Of soggy peat, the curt cuts of an edge
Through living roots awaken in my head.
But I’ve no spade to follow men like them.
Between my finger and my thumb
The squat pen rests.
I’ll dig with it.
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Of soggy peat, the curt cuts of an edge
Through living roots awaken in my head.
But I’ve no spade to follow men like them.
Between my finger and my thumb
The squat pen rests.
I’ll dig with it.