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                           I look and I gaze
                           and wonder but I don’t

                           lives shift and change but
                           I am quiet
                           and not noticed

                           I see dawns over rooftops
                           I see angles from the pavement
                           but no one else notices

                           and then I speak
                           but everyone continues
                           to listen to themselves





buildings wormhole: Eglinton Hill
childhood wormhole: 1965
dawn wormhole: ‘in black and white and dark purple …’
life wormhole: – 48
listening wormhole: plop!
looking wormhole: ‘no …’
pavement wormhole: downhill
rooftops wormhole: ‘small town busy …’
silence wormhole: the breath of London