inner workings of my solvent mind.

in memory i hold,
dear to my heart,
spoken in tongues,
unable to start,
a forelorn tune,
of lost and found,
a silver harp,
no strings no sound
delve in so deep,
along a line,
left inside cracks,
of broken bell chimes,
apt is the pupil,
of life’s simple school,
run with wild horses,
unwritten rules,
in memory i hold,
dear to the soul,
stories unwritten,
as they quietly unfold.

inner workings of my solvent mind.

Paul Rees-Jones

Toronto, Canada

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