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Nominus umbra

It’s only just a little thing; you’ll barely see it there along the route of the parade, the worse for wear and tear. Not much at all to look at, hardly worth a second thought; besides, how much could it … Continue reading

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Something Else to Find

So, on the back of ancient drooling time, whose wrinkled brow reflects an aeon’s span, we ride like barnacles with some great whale, our presence raising neither pain nor care, and taste the salty froth of cresting waves, as if … Continue reading

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New Year’s Eve 2014

It’s not so much the time I think I’ve wasted or even those things I have left undone (those grand majestic dreams you hold onto, beyond their useful life, as could have beens), the words said I would rather had … Continue reading

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So Much To Do, So Little Time

“So much to do, so little time”, or so the saying goes; as we waste both the hours and doing, pacing to and fro. Refusing any call to act without sufficient thought, we fine-tune the social contract – every strophe, … Continue reading

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Epiphany

Sometimes an act itself becomes enough to satisfy one’s hunger for applause; and what discomforts must be suffered through become, to reach an end, at last worthwhile. That any others witness such a feat is gratifying, yes, but not required; … Continue reading

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The flicker flame: a clogyrnach

Who can say what form the end takes? The path each of us chooses makes no two lives the same. The snuff of one flame? A wind came – a mistake; while yet another’s candle’s spark may grow immense, and … Continue reading

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Time Enough: a byr a thoddaid

What there is left to say, I have said; let’s leave off talking, and try instead another way to listen and be heard
that words don’t understand. Wait a moment: let some silent thing bring with it, for a while, another point of view to our chat; surely, we have time enough for that. Continue reading

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