Henry Dibden
Photography and Poem By Madeleine Leftley
To not break familiarity In fear of tearing a translucent reality. Hostage in the radiance of blind intellect. We see. Judge. Reflect. An audible boundary An urban clock Tick Toc Tick An order, in form of notification: stay there. Sit. So we type with thumbs: obey and fit. Fragmented freedom. Opportunity fled. A peaceful crime scene painted vivid red. An audible boundary An urban clock Tick Toc Tick But lift the fabric of our nursery comprehension Fathom a lone boy, who wanders, purposefully. Through desolated streets, In devastating heats. He still dreams…to rebel Undeniably, unashamedly restless. And whilst young stays young he shouts: “This is living!” To ignore boundaries. To break the clock A new generation Tick Toc Tick