Most Miracles Go Unpunished – Spoken Word Poem.

On a clear night in the Pyrenees the skies are dark and crowded with stars. One evening last November I made a tea and sat outside to enjoy it. My eyes soon settled into the worlds above and for an hour or so the constellations were fascinating company.

I was a little surprised how engrossed I became, examining the distant worlds, considering how I often go long periods ignoring them, sparing only the briefest of glances while passing between places.

This piece was product of those couple hours on a moonlit terrace, as the cold winter nights drew in. Hope you enjoy.

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