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(Yet another re-write)
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Of crocodiles
And betrayal,
Boudica's clad
In chain mail,
Cleopatra
 Uncorks
Another bottle,
Scythed-wheeled chariots
Going full throttle.

In gems and jewels
And golden bangles;
Crowns tilted
At jaunty angles.
Telling
Tales of lovers
And kingdoms lost,
And of
The clever men
They'd double-crossed
With ruby lips,
A breath of silk
And pert ******* bathed
In ***** milk.

The Iceni queen
And Ptolemy's wife -
Whispering Sappho
In the
After-life;
Where they get
The giggles
About what happened
To Ceasar
And swap some bits of gossip
About
The Queen Of Sheba.
this intensity: I rediscover
the edge of falling into oneself,
reinventing reality,
pain, blind feathers, sharp teeth, limits
this deficit  of whispering
thoughts can see their end,  their imaginary double
the roots of words translucent
their feedom released
they dismantle non words,
half-truths or nontruth
birds are free to be birds
or dreams of the air
hunger for connection is a hunger for creation
this feeling a vital movement, an undercurrent hallucinating forests
a delicate complexity of vulnerability and necessary innocence
the forgetting is colourless, as a matter of fact
there is no true forgetting, and nature itself invented
a God of mercy
Amidst the daisies,
all I could see,
was you.

Just us alone,
beneath blue sky.

You beside me, eyes closed,
wind tracing its fingers
through your hair,
bathed in sunlight,
your soft smile lingering.

Oh, how I envy them—
for giving you a peace
I can only dream of.
If only she could be....
You can visit yesterday but don't dwell on it
Leave it as it is and move forward
Learn from it as you do your mistakes
Enjoying yourself has to become a priority
It's not selfish,it's selfless
Makes you better for others that matter
Makes you a better human being
You know what you need and want
If you are still searching
Looking for something more
Enjoy the journey at every turn
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