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from nowhere
worry awake
lie still
out of the shadows or bright
more weather
finding light
as to occasion
the foot in the mouth
the frying pan fire
clock on its lonely road
round
a next day
and the one before
wings, the other car
it so seems
by bliss
a truth ache
the up-telling
nowhere prayer
forever ending
some sigh last
say sure and certain knowledge
undoing
the pill kicks in
words must put down
out of nowhere
and that’s where we go
you just have to join the dots
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