As food for thought
the girl shines bright,
the bird - grey; then I sink lower, sleepy
in my seat. They exchange luminosity.
No principle of geology forced the bird out of stone
But so, the girl is eroding
sighing, alone.
Contemplating the garden

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I thought it was cynical
that the green urged me
to stare deep
to see the panorama -
the dreary sodden land
of England, drenched.
But yes,
it was spring-tinge
of yellow-greenish

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a balanced haiku
   un-fortune
deposited me near
you

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step to the broad stones
a matter of unknown delight
I may seem upright, to you

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woke up this morning
'feels as if my limbs are ******* on too tight' I tell Dog
And further more ten minutes are needed in the black and witless
So then a hurry of imaginings
& so maybe sparked by the suggesting reflecting of the rotational clock parts
I don't know
wondering purged
but she was like an illusion
i could swear it
And I felt like being inside a movie
but a good one,
when the boy sees the girl
for the dawning moment.
Who know's if it's the soundtrack
hinting at hands to drag heels
wander sometimes

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depends which way you see
hearing to listen
But all in all you have to decide
which shall you step on
the snail that's living
or the shell that's there
in the cracks in the paving slabs
There's always moss giving and
growing
and always .

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I switched off my android self
It wasn't akin to cutting a cord
It took only a few seconds to sever the link
And there's perhaps people I shall never hear of again.
but in my madness I reduced them to lines of script and a resumé,
coupled with a profile photo
forgeries of self, convoluted creations
Am I more than binary code?

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