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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.

Wednesday, 16 November 2016

Spelunking

The ceiling dips to meet my hand
And fingertips relay its texture
Of moisture hung on damp stone
And heart rock frozen within.
The calyx of a newborn stalagmite
Juts like an anemone.
This limestone is alive
Moving and growing at the pace of ages
Profound and passive
It marks time in drips and echoes.
I pull my hand away
Unwilling to disturb the dark.

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