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Pause
Battered binoculars in my lap
Kitaro by Oasis
(Japan not Manchester)
pages flicked aimlessly
a dictionary of rhymes
Sorrel seeds
in a two ounce jar
which once held Bovril
but fished from a muddy river
in July
Cracks in a cold onyx heart
moulded perfectly into my palm
Ghosts blooming
on the faded picture of Glastonbury Tor
eyes that follow me around
Thin slices of brain
suspended on your screen
while I write for the wind
to discover the truth of my soul
inhaling yesterday's dust
and breathing it out
for nobody
Kitaro by Oasis
(Japan not Manchester)
pages flicked aimlessly
a dictionary of rhymes
Sorrel seeds
in a two ounce jar
which once held Bovril
but fished from a muddy river
in July
Cracks in a cold onyx heart
moulded perfectly into my palm
Ghosts blooming
on the faded picture of Glastonbury Tor
eyes that follow me around
Thin slices of brain
suspended on your screen
while I write for the wind
to discover the truth of my soul
inhaling yesterday's dust
and breathing it out
for nobody
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