He felt as if he were about to go completely mad. There were only a few moments, if that, to communicate his last sane thoughts. He chose the medium of writing because there was nobody within sight nor sound of him. The trouble was it was far too late to communicate anything worthwile and, even when he first put pen to paper forming that large illuminated curlicue ‘H’ with all the cherubs flying in and out of its struts, he was already pretty stark raving bonkers.
(published ‘Psychopoetica’ 1991)
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Yet he continues writing...
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