Hidden Well
Turn a blind eye with disembodied handsNo one appears to understand the truth is hard to see
Time turns twisted into knots clots of vague invade your thoughts
Sitting up to beg Humpty boiled an egg and on the peg board ignored
The wedge so long to split in two
Who to ask and what a task without a single clue to mask the view
The world is hidden well inside the sky
Turn a blind eye . . .
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2021-02-27 at 02:28
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