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                                              the spectre

                                              my Dad
                                              just left

                                              my efforts
                                              and endeavour

                                              try to make
                                              the point but

                                              the spectre
                                              is still there

                                              between me

                                              and the page
                                              I am writing on






being wormhole: half an hour
Dad wormhole: dream 290697
divorce wormhole: Infantino world
doing wormhole: my job
living wormhole: I am the / luckiest man alive
settling wormhole: what?
writing wormhole: snow