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a halflife of elsewhere
for sleep to dream again
have you noticed the namelessness?
people places, days and years
come to the same stairs gone
blank walls, the moving out dust
feel the floor fall away though it’s there
can’t say colourless where an earworm feeds
could call telltale
the view in the well of the drowning
everyone yet there -- kings back to beginning
mummy babooshka
I’m in your dream
absent as
and only yesterday trod this way
as in corner of the eye still there
tetherless the ancestors appearing
fade to stone to air these lines
(rolled out this day and use-by)
you remember it’s an art to forget
pile of the carpet after all this
here we are, crimes scenic
gone the map but the hunch remains
pomp! heads full of such rot
like that with a world spun on
I know you by the lightest touch
by wink
and later maybe lust
I’d give you my card
but it’s gone
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