Tilda Moose's Typography

Here I am, no longer young or employable or fully well Poor and struggling and pointless At least I paid a lot of child maintenance And tried to do nice things together

Falling apart, no longer held together By any old dreams

Would they miss me if I went early?

What's the point of me any more?

Thankyou though, for the glimpses of: the summerlands, the unborn undying perfection of pure radiant awareness, kind persistent teachers of liberation, mythic liminality, music festivals and gay abandon, love in action, true earth loving communities.

Let me help those be, If I am to be of much further use.