And so
he built
himself
a tower,
a tall
terrific
tower
on the
tip of a
tumulus
far from
touch and
tenderness,
a non tactile
tower that
nobody
could
topple
as he’d
already
been tripped up
time and time before.
And one day he climbed
to the top of his tower on the tip
of that tumulus far from touch and tenderness
and, true as time can tell, he toppled on the tip of it,
tail over tit, and tripped right over it
with not a single soul to intervene and so thwart his tumble.
All Words and Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
Damien B. Donnelly 
Great piece.
Perhaps we all build these, only in different locations?
Thank you so much for reading! I think I’ve built my fair share in very many places!!! Dami
Body armor.
Wise choice! Off to shop!! X
I really like the cadence of this. Nice.
Thanks Paula. Greetings from Ireland x