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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.

Saturday, 17 December 2016

Meandering fog

Lost in that fog of frozen ghosts
The mind makes mountains of misted sheep.
An edifice of crumbling brick
Takes form and substance step by step.
Alongside dwells a slow canal
Still and silvered, no certain ends.
What magnetism pulls my shrouded feet?
I cannot tell, nor need but trust
Instinct's map is accurate
As vision's vaunted truths belie.
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