#2,674 Exeunt omnes
Exeunt omnes – & then there
is this raging silence of daily
life – peaks & troughs ridden
without a forecast of – still in
this room of work & rest – as
my breath moves air – out of
quiet hours I’ll shuffle into a
rarer face-to-face – few reply
to my messaging enquiries –
open-ended & ever-forgiven
is how to cope [how I plan a
long game of solitude] – Fire
off designs as if a flowering
of my explosive mind – slow
pay-ups & of no importance
in this scheme – I will walk &
aim to avoid local thugs – in
this town it is a sad self-love
that encourages keeping on