Things fall in place And whatever goes wrong, I know that truth is illusion To begin with I know that truth is confusion And whatever goes wrong Things all embrace.
Category: Poetry
There’s Magic in the End of Things
That final word is a godsend. A note of relief or release, Of grief, a new lease, Or different, of life, The will to survive Beyond and behind Something solid, A word so squalid, Meteoric and metaphoric. A moment of liquid magic From that final shot glass For a taste of metaphoria, And as … Continue reading There’s Magic in the End of Things
