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where they are now
notes for a song
we too
am walking down that
street
climbing stairs in the
ankle height
I am on that corner
book’s a big picture I’m
in
as with the comfort of
such arms
missed home, held
stayed office overnight
so could call it a
sleepover
mummy daddy did
sometimes a tune too
won’t say the words
in fact we tuck
lives far themselves from
daylight
kind of shorthand now
am driving and there are
no brakes
backseat, idle chat for
saw my teeth in the x-ray
knew a long time since
how I would live forever
where they are now
ourselves with them
as if because of course
belief
distracted, catch at
their breezes
sail the might main
you always wake to this
from words
it’s everyone up to the
same old
never been before
won’t finish the
conversation
kettle won’t come to the
boil
sometimes float and
sometimes fly
here’s a world as well
tell taxi where
it isn’t a place on the
map
it’s with the childhood
wiring
short and stout
there are no clocks
no one’s waiting
or ever arrived on time
kind of loss we cultivate
always worth the edge
eternity’s not long
no one checks the
passports
just happen to be here
missing from and on
never know which way to go
come to an understanding
as solid as the air we
breathe
here there everywhere
and gone
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