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Sunday, 28 April 2013


She’s taking the ludicrous 
the facialised sky
her own lights on an obscurity
of drives jostling for a seat
murky as they mingle
sunflares spitting across her
constant changes of velocity 
as the sun both rises and sets;
now it's health. Lights flaring, 
a sense of expansion through 
sunlit leaves against rich
new blue, an itch near the rectum
and a pulse in the left sole. 

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