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                                bottom of Herbert Road to the
                                foot of Eglinton Hill dream

                                              girl of my child
                hood reached to take my wallet as I
                                contemplated houses
                                              in the window
                                              I grabbed her wrist
                                righteous to justice you’re coming with me
                                              I won’t get fooled again
                                but with no design she
                                                              looked up
                                              to me the fear that even I
                                                              would hate her and leave her
                                                              without power – the only thing she had and I
                                                                                                            I fell in love
                                                                                 with those eyes
                                                              and those shoulders –
                                              the spell cast
                                yet again





abandonment & Eglinton Hill wormhole: just words wiped across a line
childhood wormhole: relapse
dream wormhole: Dr Strange VII – the madness of Mordo
eyes & love wormhole: the dash is magnificent / the shadow grotesque
girl wormhole: tag cloud poem VIII – growth
Herbert Road wormhole: Christmas
houses wormhole: the lines are not that straight / after all
identity & looking & power wormhole: between
muse wormhole: knees
thought wormhole: under silent direction of architecture
windows wormhole: after the storm