Before our births, void of choice, we became part of the story,
During our lives, with a choice, we can't escape the story,
After death, abandoned choice, the story continues to seep.
- Andrew Mansell


Grey puddles left over from the rain
driven over til all splashed out
routinely like the economy machine
bigger, deeper, the holes sprout.
Forever drawn towards sunset
reflections of our mortal being
never capturing eternal light
washed occasions for the seeing.

Andrew Mansell, April 2012


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