Thursday, 5 February 2015

Tabula Rasa


Just now this space
Just here was a
Perfect and perfectly
Adequate piece
Of Lovely blue white
Until you came along
And started reading
Those splodges of
Liquified pigment
Which by now I know
Have set and dried
Leaving a semblance
Of intention and forward
for all I know
Was there all along
We can’t go back
So you’ll have to take
My word for it

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