Something wicked this way comes
and no pricking to forebode it:
half-life of worry to presage,
beating of the foreign drums.
It’s all counting, it’s all trade,
beauty envied but not looked at.
Stuff back, shot-like, into boxes,
all the pretty dreams we made.
Hurting now, distance shattered,
we’re too close to feed our vision.
We lunge, retreat, fall out, regroup,
as if anything mattered…
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“as if anything mattered …” – We must keep believing it all does. Not always easy.
Marina Sofia – I love the way you evoke how very determined people can be to regroup and to keep going despite cynicism.