GOODBYE, YOUR MAJESTY. A POEM
September exposes the python winding its way
A concrete world, of slabs of stone with
Daunting streets and the chill of the coalface …
sorrow
Past? Present? Future? Hope? Spiritual? Sacred? Holy? Worldly? Secular? Use such words sparingly and mindfully
Owing to habit, we impose our views with alarming frequency to the point that we imagine our view confirms the reality. The view and the reality keep endorsing each other. The interpreted influences the interpreter and vice-versa. …