written for, and edited by, Anthony Weir
Some days I have
difficulty
seeing beyond
my own eyelids.
The whole of reality is a
blurred mass
of indistinguishable circumstance.
All things are one
with my isolation.
I want,
not a fresh start -
but a severance.
An uncompromising
disconnection.
An
unfettering.
To be left
alone.
Adrift in stone.
