15.x.21
652
2.287
dreambook
all
the night I was working
just
to be where I was
and
couldn’t help
all
the night at play
slow
savour
the
enemy ignored me
all
elsewhere here
it
wasn’t as if a tune was
but
a tune would have to be
no
ridiculous belief, tradition
but
just where we’d found
next and next
steps
into the falling pit
you
see how selves kid
selves
to dream
and
cling to that craft of memory
as
if their lives were lost
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