I look up to the great sum of the sky
The cloud equations showing their workings
Cumulus calculations
Inky stratusticians
I stand beneath the polymath
That is the beauty of the dawn
And see that we are all but fractions
Of the whole.
Spent nine months dreaming on my back. Opened up new horizons, if only horizontal.
Woke up disabled, with a Blue Badge and bed hair.
Walk with a limp and a stick.
Cue the double entendré and the stick.
Saving money on shoes.
Spending it on thoughts.
Overdrawn at the creative bank.
Loan facility disabled.
The irony!
Stronger through weakness.
Weaker through slogans.
New journeys to be taken.
Pop along.
I'm off my back.
I'm back.
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