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Wednesday, 10 August 2011


the glass is dead and I cannot
see the outside

The day is grey as last year
smothered and I am drawn
to shut with a stranger
in the grass
Tongue of light above
chimneys tonight, I am not
faced, the sun has fallen
behind the sofa
Where I would like to
hide and be found forever.
I am knowledge again
tight expression, window closed
I cannot bear another year of
slogging through the grey
Like children lost
in mud. I have given everything
again to be a half of someone
Or to roll the glass away and
know light.
He will not love you this time.
I close harder and darker
every minute, as stone
I am bending around the river
again, swimming sometimes.

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