Maybe Ad Infinitum
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"Inspired by the new form of ‘norm’ experienced deep in the countryside - as it is too in the towns, Worldwide." - Allen Ansell In the morning, When the light becomes, There’s more to waking Than opening eyes Or hearing foxes call. I’d truly swap them all For those silent orbs Enticing my brain To comprehend, absorb, That there is no end Just mystery unending. The sound of rain, The wind gasping And shutters rattling Were not the cause. But trees bending Their cloth’ed branches Creaking loud and clear Brought me back to here. A reality unblessed Unwanted and confined. Restrained, contained, In fearful isolation. Maybe Ad Infinitum? © Allen Ansell 2023
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