Ennui IV

No dream
Nor slumber for the bitter slow
Anger and hope
Learned all by rote
The undiscovered form
Out of dust and time
In the great and cold expanse of its own mind
And like pointed teeth gleam
Of a grey hope and rain
Still the child crawled
Unknowing
Into the light of day

About Paul

I am a dude from Scotland with a beard. I mean, I could shave it, but I'll always have a beard in spirit.
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