Category: Confusion
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About–Addendum
How often do you look at yourself and think is that really me? Are you projecting who you truly are to the outside world or just a small aspect of it? I found myself thinking that this morning. On the blog, here in Blogland, I come across as Tom Merriman, or TL Merriman, or Tomliam…
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Working the Mind
In cavernous hole Through shadowed crannies Passed cogs woven with webs through time; locked Light emerges… The Mind awakens Poised, fingers wait in anticipation For the writing to recommence.
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Daybreak
The weak sun appears from behind the clouds. Creation has renewed. Thorny tendrils forced upwards through the thickened mud Flowered faces facing forwards Sunwards Lightwards Warmthwards Waiting for Creation’s next phase. This will be continued over on Splodge and Splatter in due course.
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Night
The rains stop. The clouds disperse, and one by one the stars emerge. The sodden ground slowly drying But damp enough for reflection. Almost everything from Creation swept away. Although maybe Just maybe There’s already a spark of something new.
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High Winds
And the high winds come Replacing the thunderous claps With a constant howl. Raindrops, Now ferocious, Like a liquid fire, Lash down Further filling the creation, Scattering colour and petals alike, Consuming what had been here before. Now, the edge is reached.
The Mansionic Perspective 