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while all around is broken, shall we mend

and tidy this little bit.



shall we change the linen, white and clean.

lean toward a better place round us, start again?



shall i sleep , stay quiet and try to understand

some things, knowing i will never know it all.



shall i love thee not in any biblical sense,

for our minds have changed irrevocably.



click here and you will find some meaning

at least.



i have started a new pattern, using a plainer

stitch for strength and stability.



#bear.



sbm.
grandma came from malta, or was it

gibraltar, anyhow dad was very dark.



his hair remained so, with help and support.



i came from england to live here with you



#thebear.



also from another country.



i hear there is trouble in the village.



yes. i am scared they will shout

and say go home.



another country.



sbm.
tried to persuade him to leave the bed.

nice clean sheets today. no, i am staying

in the raggled mess .



like our government



you know of such things, and what about

the laundry man, he comes tomorrow.

he will be disappointed.



send the cover, keep it clean so no one

notices the mess underneath.



isn’t that what  they
do?

isn’t it?



yes.



sbm.
so you are still in bed?



yes



are you not feeling any better?



no. it is like a bombshell, with

the bomb left in it. boom and my



little world i loved is shattered.



all my things are the same, yet

something shifted. i am bereft.



i cannot help, i am the same.



yes i know.



sbm.
yesterday i told her of my cynicism,

my issue with predictions, using phrases

that were a load of.



she agreed heartily plus i told

you so, look at the bench marks.



so i carry on without you. it is

not about money



or recognition.



sbm.
have you collected seeds
of many years, packed,
labelled, dated.

have you died, and left
the table unprepared.

i have them now in boxes,
a gift, from those who love.

they will bring me work, joy,
an independent air, profound words,
from those who care.



sbm.
the film continues, some of the old cast,
new actors oblige, ideas on lack
of addictive ways. simple days without
receptors.

singing under breath, counting,
unpacking boxes, this is the lead.

hints are posted, and may you
believe them graciously. for

many times will you be tested.

there were substitles, out of
focus, we could not read the
other language.

the film continues….

peptides.

sbm.
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