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I like to lose myself in the work
for ghost writing 
‘in the time of the gone’ 
I like to lose myself in the work
that’s where I like to go 
to climb the mountains of the mind 
plumb heart’s depths 
and search for soul 
I like to do some drowning there
and salt the snout with sea 
it’s this that 
keep a tune in mind 
throw in some bright chords 
and colour!
call it what you will 
take this down – 
I’m busy 
see me worrying the bone 
a game of old habits 
fun to go 
that’s how I like to be
every day the work’s nearer destruction 
who does this remind me with?
have to forget myself there!
I love to skip and run and play
make a general nuisance 
am I worthy of the words?
don’t know if I should call it a picture
ask – 
have I spoiled the page?
of course!
I love to be gone where no one can find me 
in the picture, if you get me?
please don’t come looking though
you should 
you could try it too
might bump into you here
there’s no intending 
no pills or potions are required 
open this window and find yourself
just where you always were 
 

 
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