The coffee wakes me,
hot liquid
makes slow thoughts stream,
so I turn to Edward Thomas,
poor, tormented Edward
who had to me
near perfect life around writing
and family in the country,
but like us all
wanted something else
and having gotten it
writing poems
went and got himself killed.
14.07.2025
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