Creativity is the amoeba concept
splitting yourself in half
producing
something
new.
You have to be vulnerable
splitting yourself in half
trying
anything
different.
The past isn’t optional
splitting yourself in half
making
nothing
unalike.
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‘Desert Son’ (Poem)
I was once a desert son, surrounded on all sides. I lived in a square with barbed wire edges and bronze gates and smoking guards and machine gun turrets. The sun was always hot and the air was always dry but when it rained, well, you should have been there, you should have seen it. I was once a desert son, under palm trees and wind song, in a city which rose from old sands and shone out long and radiated faith; a shining metal oasis for the lost and depraved. And hours away the red sea lapped older still against the line. I was once a desert son, armour plated and homespun, with eyes for speed and I was afraid of guns and masked intruders and healers and those who wished harm. I was once a desert son, but those days are gone.