Life is and continues to be fractured. As I get older the truths and constants that I held in my hands as law now seem like childlike echoes of something more noble…
Wednesday, 4 November 2020
the paper defence
you only have to
touch my armour
and it disappears
you only have to
whisper my name
and I will kneel
in defeat all that I would
fight and die for
lays like dry parchment
in your palm
you only have to
close it
and I am dust
