Saturday, 5 February 2011


Once Written
it can never be taken back into me
inked forever on an atom
though the paper be destroyed
carved into space and time
etched into yours and my

Not just a memory anymore, drunk with our ears,
But a Photograph of the words that should have only been said
And then denied
And pushed aside
By our common sense

A fixed point, to hinge ourselves on,
A chemical change in the world's timeline,
A pen-stroke noose to hang ourselves on,
Or a place to load our joy.

So before the words are written, before they have bitten the paper,
the page,
the wall,
Always Think.
And then have the strength to stay.
Or walk away.

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