Small Stones: Extended Remixes #6

This isn't really just an extended version of the small stone poem from 7th January, it's more of a reworking of the concept.

There was a future.

There was a future.

It was written

and road-mapped

and plotted

and planned,

uncontroversial

and placid

and bland.

With a stroke

of the pen

in ink black

as the void

the road map

was lost

and the plan

was  destroyed.

As I wrote

my name

at the foot

of the page.

I unwrote

my future

and walked

from the cage.