*The light is grey, a green-
grey sea, the sky blue-
grey above
Time creeping forwards
in a way that would have
sent Pratchett into frenzies
about Time being a Lady
enclosed within a glass
case
And would have made you
exclaim about the non-
existence of uplifting
elements in the
firmament
I am sitting here, finished
reading Feet of Clay and
Maxwell’s “101 Relation-
ships” - out of reading
matter - and the world
remains
Non-descript in
shades of
grey
*
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