Poetry Corner | Machinations
Posted 2:55pm Sunday 3rd September 2017 by Mel Ansell
Great cogs turn beneath me. The people and things around me rotate toward and away from me, orrerie of some incalculable gravitational pull. If we are close - let us be close, lock teeth. For some force is already working against us, pushing on. The Read more...
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