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Random Unsorted Drafts / 19 February 2020

Fingering the three-pronged crown, the couch and the simmering of ball-bearings / I left no visible breadcrumbs behind, the cookies all crumbled inside me / & the robots wept as we forgot them / we killed our future kind / we left it all in others’ pursuit / a fight that no-one won

About The Author

Hayden Veil

In an earlier incarnation, Hayden Veil enjoyed a successful career in software engineering, writing late-night poetry in pursuit of sanity. On 2 February 2020, the world of Hayden Veil changed: Ghosts became real and with its soul laid bare there was no turning back from the perpetual path of poetry.