Brian Taylor has been a Poet and Philosopher in Cornwall, England and the Far East.
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Time drifts away,as mist fades on the mountain.The world itself is hardly more real,the living waters springingfrom life’s fountain run dry,leaving discarded bonesbleaching in the sun. There is no moleculebut strives to be the whole(or if it can’t encompass that, … Continue reading
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The tide that started flowingall those years agohas eddied roundand doubled back,has shadowed our diverging tracksand monitored their going.It sidles in and splashes at our feetleaving us very little common groundfor if and when we try to meet. Every step … Continue reading
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