when it is quiet
deep quiet
what do you hear?

listened for long enough
the story
you tell
is old

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pushed into contested spaces
thoughts voided
made voiceless
become missing

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I could get lost in this
missing  
nobody would know

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sense
not seen
shadow waves
breaking across me
                   still missing

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deluge of tears
floods wounds
soaks to sodden
igniting
mercy


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starting small
the little parts fall away
nobody notices
the diminishing
barely perceptible
as we focus on the parts spinning around us
at speed

piercing gently
at first
nobody notices
the pain
barely perceptible
as we are jostled through gated moments
at speed


then it tips
the balance
ground is gone
storms unleash
deluge
giving way
to life in cascade

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spaces between thoughts
count for more
when the soul breathes

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even when you are not here
you know
always
watching

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it is all connected
in all things
nothing stands alone

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you always know
because
deep
down
there is always knowing

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unseen
there is distance now
new paths
but not missing

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you leave tracks
schlep through dust
are you still missing


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when great effort is made
keeping you from
people who know
places with memory
stories of discovery
truth
you find a way
that story is never finished

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when it is better left
unsaid
undisturbed
covered in dust
you know, you just have to look
that story is never finished.

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can you say when
is it obvious now
the point where we separated heart and head
when the logic of us fell apart
and the differences became stark
now everything we were is dust
and clawing at outrage is sport


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it has started
the slow drift
moving across land
******* at the seas
whispering across the earth
charming music from the stones
drawing power from the stars
moving minds
directing hearts
air hums
light crackles
building intensity
the gathered energy
pennants flutter the quiet call to arms
forming
procession

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never thought it would end like this
a life time to here
ending so cruelly
and the sadness is immense
crushing


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easily missed
little signs
pinpricks of light
pointing to
bloom


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softly now
your name is called
time is ceasing
it is the order of things
cosmos

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floating in soft light
moving through webs
suspension
towards bloom

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travel now to places
suggested while conscious
sighted in dreams
debated in ancient halls
and scribed in manuscripts
memorised charts
impressed in our hearts
determined by choice
whispering...come home
called
hear
travel now to places
born on the anguish and tears
of those still seeking
while conscious
daring to dream
debating in ancient halls
reading manuscripts
chanting cartography
schooling our hearts
discerning choice
and listen for our whisper
to come home


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Tena koutou i o koutou tini mate
Hoki atu ki te Kaihanga
Ki te karanga o Hinenuiitepo
Ki te po nui
Ki te po roa
Ki te po kahore he otinga
Ko te tatau o te po i mua i a koe
Hoki atu ki te kaitiaki o te po
No reira, haere, haere, haere


Greetings to your many dead
Return to the Creator
To the call of Hinenuiitepo
To the large night
To the long night
To the night without end
The doorway of the night is before you
Return to the guardian of the night
Therefore, farewell, farewell, farewell

Māori farewell
--------------------------------------------------------­-------

Rest well my friend. *Koutou kua wheturangitia

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end
has come
read the memo
large print
centred
bold


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how long
before I can walk past
and not look

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things left unsaid
too much was said
to begin with

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shuttered heart
shuttered eyes
shutting you out
walking away again

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you will never see your reflection
in my eyes again

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there was fire
there was storm
then there was
...bloom


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...and the party continues
a conga line of ants
balance crumbs at jaunty angles
drunken cocktail waitresses
taking the scenic route across the kitchen bench
around the cooktop
skirting the kitchen sink where the spider and fly detente appears to continue
over the countertop
carefully avoiding the cockroaches playing five card draw
…. to the crack next to the door

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what sort of fuckery is this
when spiders and flies converse
and play mahjong
suspended over my kitchen sink

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felt you
ooze in
heard your soul
scratching and jangling
as it shuffled in
behind me
inserting yourself
into the nothing left between me and the door
and you just hover
a spectre
seen but unseen
felt your form
flick of hair
the false nails
and cigarettes barely disguised with gum
with bag stylishly slung
I don’t need to see you
to know you are there
inserting yourself
into the nothing left between me and the door
and you just hover

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there are the sticky bits that just keep turning up
solvents only do part of the job
releasing the worst of it
but there is something
a code in the DNA that enables it
to mutate and evolve
allowing it to reconvene
and find its way to your shirt front
but only the white shirts
it is more obvious
the mark clearer
and you have to scrub harder
to remove it all over again


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sleep was rumpled
and the dreams
well
they were not sweet

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you think this is real
smoke and glitter
backed up with mirrors
convincing yourself
it is all in hand
but
the floor has cracks
and
your stiletto is snagged


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stop
just
stop
the time for trying has passed
evaporated

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emotion unnamed
yet very familiar
dare not speak it’s name
increase risk of giving it permission
to hang around longer than
well however long this will take
energy builds
clouds start gathering
the armada assembled  
threatening electrical storms
in a rising wave
dragging me under
tumbling
tumbling
over
and
over
lungs burning
screaming for air


breathe now the storm has passed
fix your hair up honey
you look a tad bedraggled
drowning on dry land


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the faerie is unwell
her sociopathic tendencies
are stamped in pretty, intricate, mosaics
across her wings
she backs herself in every game
and games everyone
careless regard for those she befriends
blaming others for her mistakes
even her shadow feels bullied and harassed

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the faerie is unwell
his shadow drags him
everywhere
regretting taking him to parties
due to the muttering and monologues
the fashionable goggles he insists on wearing
are dark and distort perception

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the faerie is unwell
sitting alone
schooling her blank stare
and feigning apathy
while her shadow
administers botox to her brow
in a game of darts by candle light.

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the faerie is unwell
irrationally suspicious of motives and voices
even poker games with his shadow
descend into  farce
wth accusations and malevolent glares

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through the strength of bonds

quiet talk across channels

when we need to say more

yet nothing comes

longing glances and meaningful sighs

we know who were are

and what we have become

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wild
it has come
returning
rushing in with churning winds
whipping up frenzy
spitting rain peppered with detris
this time wild
I know
I can outrun you

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watching
from not quite the shadow
but the phase of light
just inside the rings
radiating out from the candle
here I can see the others
watching
if I time it perfectly
in that phase of light
just inside the rings
they
      cannot
                 see
                        me
                             watching

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to feel more than know
that as I swim
through dark waters
you are there
with me
just beyond the darker deep
keeping watch
holding me
safe

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sorry
falls easily from your lips
while the rest of you
says
but
           get back to me
                                when you have yourself sorted

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it is just us
always has been
even before names
were whispered into being


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rain stars before footfall
grow lightening in proximity
beat thundering hearts
and love as gods

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started down this path
will you be there at end

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faeries are beautiful
but wicked creatures
their craft and skill
beguiles and deceives
much like your hand and tongue
well practiced with lies
wrapped in the finest silk and embroidered with gold thread
ethereal in this  poorly lit world
where identity is fluid
and man bargains for his soul
trading it for winged creatures
that offer nothing but sparkling dust
and an immortal hangover
we have lost the plot
sold it to the highest bidder
and gambled our souls
in a land of faeries

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