Meditations on sinking

Sometimes life feels it’s torn asunder

at other times it’s just gone under.

But under what? I then will think,

for I must float if I’m to sink.

But then I realise down below

there is a soft and gentle flow

and so to sink’s to find relief;

but that’s enough I’ll keep it brief.

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About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri
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