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                      time         proceeds

                      when young I wrote
                      and searched now I am

                      old and write and sit
                      have I got anywhere

                      have I wasted my life
                      I have not published

                      not attained success
                      but on the way I have

                      touched peoples’ lives
                      with some words and

                      spaces not publishing
                      not recognised is this

                      not magnificent, the
                      silent friend, the sower?





being & doing & emptiness & life & sitting & writing wormhole: gazing at the night / as my eyes passed the jagged hole / my head disappeared
others wormhole: not yet quite sure / what
publishing wormhole: “I think I’ll have a nice sandwich”
silence & talking to myself wormhole: sight / seeing
time wormhole: Brugges April 2015 – looking lost
words wormhole: addicted / compulsive / identity