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Judgement Day       JUDGEMENT DAY our encounter with conscience stripped of status, possessions and personality. ☢         Embarrassed? Me? I crash the cymbals and thunder the drums but it's the solo for the world's finest singer Microphones, cameras, every seat in the house (I feel like a towel in a wringer) Clay and emulsion with gusto I splash topped with a magnificent moustachio My canvas a musty old junk-shop oil, oops, it's an original Carravaggio Table-top dancer, I'm the star of the party, champagne, brandy, much kissed I forgot the appointment, heads of state waited, my own inauguration I missed I cover my head with an up-turned bucket, history of shame evermore kept hidden The Gaze Of Heaven, all knowing, impersonal, our punishments by 'Out There' unbidden?   (Or what?)     LX          ☩       All Things Are Possible

 

"The wrongness I face is the error I erase" (V.L.H.)

 

 

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