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                this is not
                a poem



        the view which



                released from



                idea; relinquish –

                      for a second –

                the shifty


                aggregates –

                      excess weight to


                and feel
                and think

                the glimpse
                has it all –

                expected un-


                      the release!!!

                where there is
                      no angst
                      no plan
                      no frustration


                                the knot
                                ‘round the
                                bed knob

                                the papers
                                on the pin-board

                                the door opens –

                                the light and
                                extractor fan
                                of the bedroom

                      Deep Breath


                      I have a headache





bedroom wormhole: ‘I asked my Nan to write down her memoirs …’
being wormhole: flow
Hillside wormhole: I’m sorry but
poetry & writing wormhole: could you through me some paper / and a pen please