We watch the water, dark and silent,
touch it, see it turn into a torrent, briefly
channel it, but never dam its current.
Friday, 13 June 2008
Growing Up
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Mostly composed on the 07:33 to Finchley Road, then hastily typed up at work. Apart from the ones written surreptitiously in boring meetings or on the way home.
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