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Aug 2018
I. SPORADIC

Sporadic, in absence
Sporadic, pairs of feet
along worn asphalt
under meager lights
along the quiet highway

Sporadic, open eyes look away
to passing blinding lights
round the rotary and beyond
the old church
the old tree
somewhere away from here
and times from now

Sporadic, skin brushes skin
it doesn't feel like
it matters
or feeling is forgotten

Sporadic, one's voice into
another's ear
it feels like it's just stolen
not theirs
not real
but not a dream

Sporadic, distance closes
but the space in between
is void
when cold wind bites instead

Sporadic, in presence


II. PORE

Sporadic, in presence
Sporadic, pairs of feet
along worn asphalt
under meager lights
along the quiet highway

Sporadic, open eyes look away
then back again
at slender limbs
at shuffling feet
at that shrinking back
stops and drifts away
to times from now

Sporadic, skin brushes skin
it feels like it should matter
as it had been forgotten

Sporadic, one's voice into
another's ear
make those stolen moments
yours
it's theirs
it's real
but it's a dream

Sporadic, distance closes
but the space in between
is still void
when cold wind still bites
Sporadic, in presence


III. EXTRATERRESTRIAL

Sporadic, in presence

a midnight dream
a fading star

The brilliant world
of a boy's daydream

Sporadic, metaphysical
and never there
Written by
JN Cole
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