We were both staring at what was hurting our shared boundary.What we had in common was a pasting of grammar and some full stops from the old church organ.. not much help to a pair of old fools.Especially when it was just a mouth organ from a bizarre barre ballet shop in Covent Garden
We were speechless like a pair of cowardly sheep up a mountain in Wales.Not a baaa baaa between us. Up till then nothing had come between us except rhymes or reams of blotting paper
Well,there is a saying:neither rhyme nor reason and we certainly had no reason….I’m only teasing.We were as irrational as the square root of two.i.e.rational in the wrong sort of way.Unexpected, like almost everything in this life, but full of seasoning.Rationality was initially based on proportion then subsequently on distortion and later contortion into the field of the imaginary.Everything is imaginary … that’s oblivious to me, anyway. And everything is abstract too.Except lions in the zoo and me and you.Shall we call it a day now?I am happy with my sentence of a week in the wilderness.Call that a sentence? No arguing, as you may be persecuted and scolded at an auction sale.And that is only the end of it all.. we lost the beginning in the womb of time.Well,may be you can remember
In my end is my beginning
Time and the bell have buried the day.
The sunflower carried my life away