Wednesday, 18 August 2021

  

 

                          Irish philosophy


            stroke down blues without sub-

                        stance, egoless ego.


 Woe be gone, woe b

tide, betide of woe 

begone inside.


Get off your high horse

of capitalism speak to

 me of humanity.



'finding yourself in a hole,at the bottom of a hole',in almost solitude, and discovering that only writing can save you.


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