the staining of time on ones life

comes out in many different forms

of moments and mementos


28 bernice brought me both

on a clear sunday


i wondered if the colour on the door

was painted by the rays or bristles

who reflect straight into my core

sparking a light – income the missles!



seeking, striking, steadyingly debating

when yesterday is already gone

our phases maintaining and consistently raising

BUT whose will be the very last prawn?





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