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                           we’re born
                      we wriggle a bit
                      we find out bits
                      and dream and dream

                      and settle for consumption
                      making all form of clatter and noise
                      as the cakes and coffees arrive
                      in the corner of the supermarket
                      in the industrial estate

                           and later
                      we’ll look like we’re settled
                      on open cleared ground
                      amongst the drifted plastic and cans
                      like a seagull that’s lost its way and nesting
                           to die





coffee wormhole: sitting up in bed   s  i  m  u  l  t  a  n  e  o  u  s  l  y
death wormhole: Tulips by Sylvia Plath – How Far To Step Before You Raise The Other Foot
dream wormhole: consturnation …? // consternation
Have wormhole: I could step / more open
knowledge wormhole: constructalesson
life wormhole: Bat-Shadow
seagull wormhole: tune up // baton taptaptap