afterthought

 Something daft

This is something daft I wrote today after I got to Mousehole


Peaceful and relaxed

reading about worlds

unformed

unthought

something

watched the thoughts

snags it

as it calmly leaves

what, I wonder

I ask

im not sure

but its there

a pebble

in a sock

in a shoe

interrupting, disturbing

s portent 

s promise

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