Camelot

Camelot

Wednesday, November 25, 2015

In A Muddle




I'm lost
In these thoughts
Of hearth and home
Fears I've fought
Bloody battles
In my dome

A sea of white
And heaping piles
Of light

Ramble in
Confusion
Maximum
Air flow
Distribution

Ideas
Not yet written
In stone
Or carved in bone

Changes ever moving
From door to sliding door
Minimal is the key
(In my view)
To lasting beauty

But it might not be
For you

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