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We have had our share
Of refugees fleeing from France
They're great aren't they?
And the Chinese and West Indians
Also great
And more lately - the Africans
And other dialects, so colourful
So intriguing
I want to stop the people
In the street
And ask from whence
Did they originate.
I like to walk around town
And see how long I can go
Before I hear any English.
My friends always encouraged me
To get out more
Experience new cultures
New languages,
But I don't need to now
Abroad came to me.
I was in town
When a busker
Gave the blind guy
A go on his keyboard.
He made sure he was seated
The right way round
Then wandered off
To get a coffee.
When he returned
To check on him
He saw people staring
But he was fine.
So he went
For a sandwich
And when he came back
He pushed to the front
Of the crowd.
The music was good
No, it was not good
It was an outpouring
Of love and joy
From some other universe.
I didn't recognize
A single tune or song
Or chord structure
Or riff,
Where did he get
All this stuff from?
And the people looked
At each other
And silently mouthed
The same three words,
Oh my God.
Taking a break
From switching on
Watching, listening to
Thinking about,
Talking about
The news.
I only wanted
Some good news
Not poetic justice,
But still the crazy egos
Play mind games
With each other
And the planet.
Not with me though
I feel strangely free
I'm out of the loop
And if a nuclear missile
Came down now
I wouldn't know
A thing about it.
She warned me
Not to fall in love
With her,
If she left me
I'd be on my own again.
She said love is
Something in the wind,
It could never
Be a person,
So if I must
Fall in love
I must fall in love
With love.
We are prisoners
And these are the end days,
For me, because of my age,
For you, because of a world
That has never broken free
From greed and selfishness.
See you in hell.
Give me nightmares any day
Even as I say
We need more love
And I am capable of that
The devils in my mind
Unbeknown to me
Must be dreaming up
Scenarios to jolt me awake.
But worse still
Is when I'm awake at 3 am
For no reason
And I'm left with a pounding heart
And wide-eyed in the darkness
Hoping I can hang on
Until morning.
This is my body
But you can't touch it.

We never die

These are my words
But you won't read them.

We never die

These are my thoughts
But you can't feel them.

I am consciousness.
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