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Saturday, 27 August 2011

From 'Here'


44.

Standing through pearlised light pushing uphill,
trembling sun reflecting cries of reluctant consciousness:
traffic, jet engines, an orange coat. Breezes
curl, lifting, pull shining bubbleskins apart, strip
skins, dazzling brief infinite.




Brown eyes die under orders

Hands claw seizing wheels

Light expands drowning vision

Ceiling cracks emitting night

Pale vapour tears

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