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This year, I set myself the foolish task of trying to write something every day, and what you see here is the result. None of this is finished, polished, or in any way good. It's usually a few lines at the end of the day when I'm tired, my head's broken, and this nonsense spills out of it onto the page. Feel free to comment away, and if you think anything has any potential then let me know and I might have a go at working on it further.

But hang on, where's the first month? You've ripped us off! I hear you say... Well, yes. I have been writing since the beginning of January, but it's taken me a while to get the blog up, so everything here is a month old.

Thursday, 25 February 2016

The jungle

Black is the jungle at night
Where colour bleeds to sound
Green and red screaming calls
Echoing from tree to ground.

White is the desert at noon
Where every rock becomes a sun
Heat and light wind and wave
And all energy becomes one.

Blue is the Arctic ice at dusk
Where cold snaps the wind into shards
And the sea swallows greedily
All that the land discards.
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