Thursday, 18 April 2013

The Quiet Climb Towards The Fall

There's a stirring when old ways start to whisper
Almost without a hint of knowing

Despite very good intentions
Despite diligence

When the whispers start ...

... Do we listen?
Or do we explain it away?

"Probably just a creak in an old joint settling ... just one of those noises old vessels make in the midst of the darkest's nothing."  a voice will often offer up
In the hope of silencing vigilant angels.

After all we're all big boys and girls. We can do this on our own.


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