They say 'Be Strong'.
Platitudes don't belong
in minds bound to overlook
every rational nook
and objective cranny
at the loss of dear Granny.
In time I did return
to scatter my confession.
Straw fingers clutched the urn
A guilty leaden face
rarely bears expression.
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PoetryI was going to call this 'Quantum Poetry' or something that suggested that there was an ambiguity attached to the writing. More than that, I want to explore notions of why we think things exist as they are - an existential view, reflected against ho...
