fallen and injured
I lost the body
that I ride so nonchalantly
lost access to my blog
I lost my purpose
that I drive so desperately
continuing vapid career
I realise the impossibility
of picking things up in dreams
and there is such
innocent dewy beauty
in anything I behold and do
but that my thoughts and passions
would let me
see them
————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
acceptance wormhole: my life / of others
beauty wormhole: juxtaposition
career wormhole: the ghost with open wound
seeing wormhole: talking
mlewisredford 
Are you ok, Mark? Injury and loss of access to blog sounds bad.
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no, no, I’m OK; this happened a while back in June about the same time as ‘twisted / pulled / and chipped’ …
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One of these days I will remember that not everyone writes what is in effect a poem journal like I do! 🙂 Glad you’re ok.
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well, I DO write a poem journal, but I don’t necessarily publish it contemporaneously, it’s when I DON’T publish that something’s gone wrong (or Those
That Seal the Head of My Career in a Plastic Bag and Tell me to BreatheThat Have My Career Development At Heart have found out what I am REALLY saying and have closed me down … do you ever wonder about those blogs that suddenly get ‘taken down by their authors’ … if mine suddenly stops make sure you ask questions) (actually, maybe it’s good I don’t publish ‘in real time’) …LikeLike
I leave with Suzy my better half while I say sorry for I will not be here for at least a week
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