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end of november shows up
cold blue bitter
& it falls / worried
dry snow / a million million flakes
of frozen time /
this earth never stops spinning
stop / stopped - stepped down –
i wish to dis em bark now / this ride's too fast for me
street light wears a white orange
halo / eyes burn a glow ------ is this a sign? †
every thing holy crosses
along the centre of my gravity
the bit between ribs & hips
wear this cold autumn sash low
to cover the scars / / words burn holes
in my - in my - in my . . . i for get now
talk about perpetual motion
& honest tea / shot of scotch
to loosen the sole /
found on the bottom
of a broken shoe / /
/ stik.stik.stik
how the lino floor sounds in the kitchen /
*daisies in my eyes
yellow centres / white petals
i'm blinded by flowers *
just a moment while i turn my back
rip me to pieces / you can
turn the piano book upside down
& follow notes a cross (holy † trinity)
the page / clef be comes treble clef
strange lee / notation be comes
a beautiful
sound - yes / skips in to my nose / down the back of my throat /
not to be / to be / salt / but i do not / care /
b flat is the note of my soul
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