how to take back things said
like words,
but red

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There she blows
at last;
have to tip-tap
type into the night but
somebody else has left a light on -
feels as if somebody half-naked has told me of beauty
but in a dream &

I escape to a nether-world where a dark-eyed dog is faithful & I can hear
myself whisper ' will never forget this moment'
The blue dew is a thousand separate universes shimmering; at once the lawn is sea,
but she is huge & pleasant & warming &, I walk glowing within

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It is & it isn't
It was & it wasn't
I hurt, but I laughed -
gone, like natural
gas

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Sometimes I see the whites of Dog's eyes
to realise this: what he
thinks is what all creatures think: will you miss
me when I'm gone?

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The sky is egg yolk & severity under the wiry etchings of
the trees
their split-ends scratching in the mix
Jimi Hendrix comforts the ache
& torpor of cold March
And I'm reminded I left this place once previous, hearing
Beach Boys in the stereo

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I cleaned out the
Christmas choc wrappers.
Now, colour-coded by 3
the sight is sterile.

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every now and again you are trudging
maybe it's an enormous space
might be one huge book. On a full day you are a beautiful soundwave
Beaming at me. I know all the pretty girls want to smile really,
In some ways, we're only driven by
what becomes two
& anyway, eyes
Are eyes

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