poetry = nonsense
nonsense = meaninglessness
meaninglessness = void
void = nothingness
nothingness = spirit

Jason Crilly
He wasn’t really my friend - I have no friends but he portended brilliance so I followed. But his end was dark He cut loose at the top when everything was coming to him because some souls cannot tell the difference between coming and going I grieved for him though I hardly knew him as did the love of my life who whispered from her shadow world: ”a permanent solution to a temporary problem” I could not decide whether to touch the threshold through which he exited and discover the signature of ancient kin Whether after so many aeons their magic works on the small punctures in the fabric through brightness shines So long Jason May the butterflies flutter ’round you in aeternum [25 VI 2018]
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