that's Sara Mohr-Pietsch...
not Sarah...
night tracks on BBC Radio 3...
so...
         More-Peach?
prior to an essay on a Haydn
forgery...
     Moorgate Morgate
       allure of waving goodbye
to people on a ship
or on the train...
     Titanic Auschwitz...
              can't seem to be enough
of the pleasant life
to fill to make these memories
somehow fizzle out...
how jealous, though, i am...
conjuring these references:
gluttonous and flapping
without a personalised affair
to confront anyone not having
experienced these fates...
but luckier
                    on the whim and
on the slide... happy abode
in the night and spiderweb...
my own little nothing
i have gravity to call a universe...
and so much less:
should i wish to:
a blink of eye and nothing more.