1165
11.iii.23
4.70
building
a trap
and palace of temptation
lavish
dream come
too good to be
the moveable cheese feast
decorated with own dust
and much like any animal
constantly under repair
in this the sea
a little safe blue white boat
words come to a tune
rush to hold
appliance on
hang up the wise embroidery
pinch of instinct
with a siren song
invisible mending all round
and the titles roll
blaze up
this was all under our nose
such are the ruins we build
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