Ryan Ingham
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A northern literature student questioning his sanity in the microcosms of academia. Forever provoking the ostentatiousness of high brow study with crude and subversive cogitation.
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Cogitation on Loss
Perhaps, for her, time is moving too slowly. But for me tomorrow will be as unfamiliar as some foreign country. I'll be unable to recognise myself, the ones I've loved will have gone, and in the flurry of a moment, I'll be changed again. I sometimes sit and wonder how she can urge another day to us, when the movement of my time is like the precarious swim, further and further, out to sea. There she stands, a beacon to those lost yet still in sight of land, I find that the salt consumes and engulfs me and that I am unable turn back. I cannot see her, But I feel the heat of the light, I feel that if I look back for a moment, I'd drown in the memories I've tried to escape all these years.
By Ryan Ingham8 years ago in Poets
