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                                              … coming to realise why
                                I don’t like pubs and parties
                                everyone talking
                                              and following their own leads
                                              and making their own
                                each in their own way
                                each in their own image
                                              and using others’ reactions
with which to build their own garish
                                it’s far too similar
                                              to the inside of my own head where
                                it’s all in my own voice but
                where I cannot just slip away from it all and
                                                              walk the streets back home





identity wormhole: ‘when it came / time to go …’
realisation wormhole: first a mishap then clear vision
settling wormhole: what to do
talking wormhole: titanic
thought wormhole: poessay VII: // true revolution
voices wormhole: may the supreme and precious jewel bodhichitta … // … take birth where it has not yet done so … // … where it has taken birth may it not decrease … // … but may it increase infinitely