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Random Unsorted Drafts / 18 February 2020

We found god at the bottom of the well

& the child spoke in riddles,

A pointing index finger

& the words superfluously lingered,

We found god at the bottom of the well

& the riddle spoke to the child seeking,

A rope binding the two truths

& the truths meandering,

We found god at the bottom of the well

& there I trembled,

Between the god and the child fingering

I found a truth and a solace permanent,

So I go on, having found a truth,

No longer seeking refuge,

I could love cats next, or just watch

Paint drying

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.