A Needle in the Haystack
The hay of a million wordless experiences
Presents itself to your fingertips,
As you gradually unpick your way.
Its golden streaks obstruct your forfeited perspective,
Stealing the fragments of your attention,
As your memories caress the havens of your logic.
You know you're close now; it’s written in your gut
But the undeniable constant of humanity holds you back,
As you gradually unpick your way
Through the memories and havens of logic.
- Ben Franks, 2011
