Further to my post the other day, Gluedmirror found something in my story that triggered his own way to express it – through poetry.
I appreciate how hard this must have been and appreciate the fact that it was his muse for a moment in time.
Here it is July already Still no path to calmness, still no connection Like a dancing live wire, burning holes in the pavement I remember my mother, laid up in that institution Waiting to die She had liked to write before I met her, and I went to find that girl And I went to…
— Read on gluedmirror.wordpress.com/2018/07/01/content/
