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Days escalate towards my end.
At the end, will I remember
me?
Is there a point?
Am I less or more than my end?
When did I start?
Will my end be like my start?
Forgotten?
Will I be less than the point of me?
Is less more?
A start?
Can I escalate backwards?
Back to my end?
An endless beginning?
A nothing to be remembered.
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, January 2019
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Freelance writer and descendant of the cave dweller and outlaw, Humphrey Kynaston. Banished from Shropshire for my eccentricity, I have made my home in Suffolk. I write poetry, short stories, travel journals, comedy gig reviews and non-fiction articles. My wish is to write my way back into the heart of my birth land. All writing commissions (and free holidays in Shropshire!) considered.
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