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                           crumpled
                           notebooks
                      at the end of a gentle retreat

                           room emptied
                      all the bits and pieces of living
                           packed away
                           paid up
                           loaded

                           sun
                      picks the sides of the swivel armchairs like
                           lemon curd and
                           lime marmalade
                      and tools are picked up and replaced on the wooden flooring
                           in the conservatory

                           with particular intricacy

 

 

 

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being & sun wormhole: right to be
conservatory wormhole: in the middle of silence and heat:
lemon wormhole: hint
lime wormhole: introducing / the stranger
listening wormhole: new year’s eve 2014; train up to London to / walk the bridges across the Thames, and / listen to the voices say it is, and was, like, / but get back home before the fireworks / obliterate it all in the emptying twilight
living wormhole: lobby
seeing wormhole: Kirby’s landscapes
sitting wormhole: Buddha Amitabha
sound wormhole: silence
writing wormhole: tag cloud poem VIII – growth

 

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