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Tuesday, 6 September 2011

From 'Here' - 36 & 38


Bring some money in love when you come

           Morning light stuns
                     shining curls billowing city steam

         over towerblocks

She sleeps  sleeping    a hole in the side
         like Christ
         though to give the quickening breath not end it.

No mad morning pre-mourning but
a threat still swirls dimly, a soft mist
shading a stunning winter’s morning sun.


Though end stunning a mad sleeps hole in

            Sleeping but sun
                     morning threat quickening dimly it

         winters pre-mourning.

Give Christ  stunning    soft a still love when
         come not
         bring but a billowing light a some threat.

Mist you shading towerblocks a
swirls some a when money, mad no a
city side over shining morning steam.

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