The thought that knew too much.A Poem by andrew mitchell
The cerebral body
housing intelligence - a man in a phone box where foreign investment amongst black landscapes hangs around a carcass mind. One hears the sea placed upon the ear where he who soldiers has fought no war and yet the fish are still biting. To catch a line on a word or two when two thoughts collide. © 2020 andrew mitchell |
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Added on August 15, 2020 Last Updated on August 15, 2020 Authorandrew mitchelladelaide, AustraliaAboutStrindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more.. |

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