On The Inside


The circles are in such a tangle

it’s impossible to explore them

impossible to see what’s inside

impossible to plumb their depths

the coloured threads of a life

intertwined.

So I’m left with the outside

which is much simpler

much clearer

much duller

less colourful

and yet still 

incomprehensible.

Sometimes 

even when things are straightened

and appear clear

I can’t make sense of them

can’t manage to join the dots

and the dashes

and the tangles are more beautiful

which seems to be important.

The colourful threads of a life

intertwined round and round

on the inside of my head.










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