Wednesday, May 19, 2021

"Imagine Manchuria"

I don't know what Evil learns from History

But a lazy mind surely learns nothing.

The domination of practice over theory

Irish borders - imagination and reality;

Each puzzle cracked is but a hole in the middle

Each door closed, is just another riddled.

What is, is what was, but not what will be

The ink lies cold, hidden and dry; but bloody.

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