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                                     when I arrive
                           at ennui
                or when involved in anything which takes me far away into
                                              the emotional opera …

                           … use the wisdom I have
                           and the wisdom I have nurtured
                and the abstract I breathe quite instinctive –
                           done since childhood
                                     done all the time – and
                the wisdom of where-ing while I sit and settle to a relax
                           and field

                where I can observe the opera
                                     way back in the cheaper seats
                           not embroiled and
                                              even falling asleep





breathing wormhole: the fall of the curtains / folded on the desktop / and the constant / wondering of airliners
childhood & identity wormhole: Beresford Square: // it’s alright it’s alright
doing wormhole: good / enough
sitting wormhole: worthwhile
talking to myself wormhole: Anglesea Road