A Realisation
To my dumber self
When a cue from the future
Is properly responded
And organised
In relevantly round replicas of the past
However, transposed and translated
On a new level
Then the time is right
To ask yourself why
It took you so long
To trot with a stronger foot
Forward
Even if you knew all the time
The correct order of things
Following you like a ghoul
And you ran away as fast as you could
From face-to-face view
As clear as the blue sky
Now
You don’t have to question it
JUST ACT
Like
Time has never been wasted
Only required to let you go
Your own way
From the deepest shadows to the brightest suns
On the ground
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August – November 2021
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Moon Desert
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BA in Cultural Studies
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Poetry: Friend
Psychology: Salvation
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