The Invisible One

Backbeat broken boardrooms

 

And the grey interiors

Of smooth sick deadened minds.

 

Meanwhile,

Away from the City

And its catatonic cries of chaos,

The weather beaten mind of the unnamed prophet,

Soldiers on. Illuminating dark spaces,

Creeping into the smallest corner of the room

 

Taking notes

 

By kate Tattersfield

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