I have no poetry

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Bella Caledonia
I have no poetry

Porridge.   All too grey, too confused, this morning.   The horizon between sense and information gone,   lost in mist, night’s dream escape itself forgotten.   Yesterday’s sarcasm was never truly funny, just wild defence, against folly.   I pour on a little milk, watch as it pools.   Can I eat this simple […]

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Bella Caledonia
I have no poetry