Would I step upon the man I was
as I would the grave; walk away
from the shrill light of day, in new
skin; the white din of gulls on the spray;
thru the moon-lit path, like a white
line across the blackness of my heart?
Yes, ok.
30-31 October 2015
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thanks very much Angela
Beautifully written……….
the latter is nearer the mark, John.
Do you mean we can be treacherous to ourselves, or that we can reinvent ourselves, dispose of our old, black self to re-emerge?
thanks Peter. you know what i mean, then!
I love this, Marco. The ‘white din of gulls on the spray’ and that path, ‘like a white / line across the blackness of my heart’. Yes, I too, could ‘step on the man I was!’. I think I do….