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  1. Posted May 16, 2024 at 7:08 am | Permalink

    I came so close, to what we now know as Dark Matter,
    my life was in a tatter, shredded dreams, no moonbeams ,
    just hell, but not as we know it, my images and verses give an idea,
    what I have encountered face to face, noses touching,
    eyes staring, teeth grinding, fists clenched, knees nobble,
    So I turn onto a blank page or canvas,
    As I have bare witness, to what dwells,
    At the back, underneath, encased within, the human mind,
    Give it a face ! What’s in a name ?
    Identity crisis ! All part of the game,
    Life and death, hand in hand, fits like a glove,
    bad situations demand, you look above, then realise,
    this is just the beginning a test, not for best but for colour,
    can you blend, because time and space there is no end.

    Anthony Mc Gann.
    14/5/24. 06.52.

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