Three Haiku & A Sentence

Hurtling to the edge.
(Accept the lack of limit.)
Rushing to the climb.

Scale beyond the ground.
(Accept limited control.)
Fall facing forward.

Be ‘tween two unknowns.
(Take responsibility.)
Known‘s the illusion.

Go back – when the sun lets through the ancient, scorching starlight – and sit among the fury on the marsh.    

My name is William Altoft. I’m a writer in and from (and consistently on) Bristol, in the UK.




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