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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

Written by Abracadabra
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