I walked and walked,
Stared at the sky,
Then words poured
Through the clouds
Like rain;
Strayed by ponds,
Rivers, dirt-tracks,
Saw phrases lined-up,
Like long green shoots
Beside me;
Drove at midnight
Through a city centre
Where sentences flashed
Through my mind
Like the blazing
Advertising hoardings;
Looked down into
Black night from
The 20th floor of my flat,
Heard writing streak crazily
Below me, red and gold;
Sat in front of my PC's
Welcoming blue light,
Scrolled through passage
After written passage,
High-lighted the lot,
Pressed the delete button….
Who would save me now?
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