Poetry Corner | Machinations

Posted 2:55pm Sunday 3rd September 2017 by Mel Ansell

Great cogs turn beneath me. The people and things around me  rotate toward and away from me,  orrerie of some incalculable gravitational  pull. If we are close - let us be close,  lock teeth. For some force is already working  against us, pushing on. The Read more...

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