Best Poem of F.K. Preston

Infinity
But what is infinity?
How do I describe something so faint
to someone like you
who refuses to hear a whisper of something unordinary?
What is infinity?
What colour does it leave when it's left to soak in the rain?
Does it leave a shade? Perhaps all that's left are burnt remains
of something that used . . .
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Life! Life! Life!
Life! Life! Life!
That's enough of life!
I'm up to my knees in the thing!
Give me a little sleep.
A little peace.
To recover from all the chaos
that is living. . . .
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