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                when I just sit
                no ambition no scheme
                then nothing happens

                but as I continue living
                certain excitements
                lose their lustre and
                certain significants
                just stand to one side
                where they always were
                like a scrolling credit
                beside a landscape

                snow will shift a little
                on the conservatory roof
                and I think I’m really
                getting somewhere
                but mostly it is silent





being wormhole: Grandad / Redford
conservatory wormhole: breakfast in bed
silence wormhole: Dr Strange #6 (Feb 1975)
sitting wormhole: ‘I become better and better at sitting …’
snow wormhole: the receding / roads of Hejira