A Live Cast
By Ineke Hill
Live for the present
as the past is ablast with a live cast
of characters, uncharacteristic
who have gone ballistic.
How tragic – it always feels like magic.
When did I become melodramatic
or has it always been seen as psychosomatic.
I tend to view it as spiritual or angelic.
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