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imagine you a pirate, with stripey trousers
and a large black patch.

on imagining things
sometimes scare myself silly
yesterday a sea fret, misted trees,
added edge ; visual delight.

i like this road to there.
driving the land, the songs,
carry us along, to our place,
the constant places,
we think don’t change,
pale words a clue in the breathing
the stone set left in barns

caught the words hopefully in burning hands thinking that the sky was clear

though in the past
never so far away
need to move them into a place
of loose adjustment
of random offerings
and sketchy lines
we went out on the chain ferry across to the beach
all sun sea gulls and possibilities
day of freedom
all became a thing yesterday
regarding these marks of ours
and we finished
on this
i hope you do not mind
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