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There is a huge clock at the centre of the universe. It has no face, no numbers and no hands. From afar it would appear to be a huge pendulum that swings slowly and accurately for ever.
In actuality, it is not a pendulum at all but a swarm of golden flies all pushing together for a tick and pulling back for a tock. These flies are no ordinary flies. They are the timeflies; the...
Friday 15th August 2025 11:21 pm
These moments
These moments
We need to remember
But we don’t
I had a full head of hair
It was brown
There were no flecks
Of salt and pepper grey
in my beard
And now
As I gaze through
My glasses
I forget that once
I had no need of them
To read
And I see
A photo
Of a friend
And I have to stare
Because he looks
Like someone’s
Dad
Or dare...
Monday 4th August 2025 10:09 am
The tide will turn
We’re all
A little bit
Nuts
Sailing our little boats
In big shoes
To nowhere
In no place
In no time
But carrying on
Regardless
Maybe
What it is to be human
Is to sail
Endlessly
On
And maybe
What it is
To be human
Is to hit the land
Hard
And soft
And carry on
And then
To learn
That it
Isn’t the fault of
The la...
Saturday 22nd February 2025 11:47 pm
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