THE BROKEN TRAVELLER

My world is full of old and dusty things
and I am on a mission to edge myself
back toward some kind of order.

I am leaving in the morning,
through sunken lanes and dreams:
offroad, off grid and off my head.

What blood is this? Whose geography?
Everybody knows that if it’s true
I am on a hiding to nothing.

‘We salute your persistence
but if you have stolen the sun
please return it ASAP.’

 

Rupert M Loydell


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