‘New Vision’

With our left hand we weigh
The sadness
With our right hand we weigh 
The happiness 
And in the quartz 
Impure rivers of colour cease 
To flow
While the sun and moon 
Run without anchors 
Through day into night 
Night becomes a witness 
Dreams follow dreams
Kisses become blurs.
As light absconds
From the knife edge of time
While our plaintive cries
Become the hard bread 
That plays unbroken 
Between our teeth.

 

 

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Malcolm Paul 

 

 

 

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