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                           the ghosts of Gotham past
                           haunt the streets busy at night

                           in topcoats and swirling beards
                           they buy the papers and read all about it

                           going about their business under the moonlight it is
                           only the Batman realises that he is dead





Batman & night wormhole: gazing at the night / as my eyes passed the jagged hole / my head disappeared
death wormhole: the straight line of stones marking the geometry / of death / settle all their own levels over time to make / a new rhythm
ghosts wormhole: transition
living wormhole: anti-depressants
reading wormhole: the en-gentled / end of a wan / writing retreat
realisation wormhole: silent crash // … / after all
streets wormhole: tag cloud poem IV – C
time wormhole: old age