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Glamour

In a cloud of light, a drift of smoke 

they see it, they see a projection through

shining winter hair and laughter, 

not hiding so much  as extending 

a sense of solidifying music in a

very major key. Everything's fine

and growing in the warm summer 

lucidity, a frozen bare-legged stride,

a pirouette, a warm sophistication. 

Just 20 quid and there it is again,

stretched across the dirty brickwork. 

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Freedom

They're not sure if they want significant movement or 

space in which to quietly enjoy their own self, or

both, in fact, variously. It's nebulous, 

but in either case and both cases they need to

couple and uncouple and couple again,

whatever it is needs to be built and will

reach out as they say, to some sort of 

other thing. What is this scenario? They are 

a movement with a projected potential and a

light, pearly grey and unrecognised, 

within which they move, suggestive of something

that affects a quality of movement. 

This is something like what they want;

it seems both easy and almost 

impossibly difficult, this utter involvement

out to the farthest reaches of space and

all substance and time for that matter and 

back down to a sensation of a slightly greasy wall

against fingertips, along with a sense of 

unfolding differences affected by choices

without the interference of a fascist establishment. 

Some Assembly

They move towards a new 

themselves, plugged

into a shining romantic 

grey-black surface, 

reflecting two 

skintight legs & there's 

a smoothly passing 

hiss of bulbous shadow and 

bright edge. They ache slightly 

to be at the forefront of a past,

of lights in a wet city that echoes

with a cold, night, satisfaction,

and they may get some faint

tremor of that kind, maybe, 

across a perimeter and through 

a forgetful burial in necessity

and information as they 

move towards a new themselves.