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                                                      is that so!

                           what a discovery
                           the old man
                           glasses case in his shirt pocket

                           enjoying his custard tart
                           crumbs falling
                           combed hair gone awry

                           long finished working
                           doing the crossword
                           tired mouth pursed in each corner

                           waiting for something
                           with each expelled breath
                           but noble and magnificent

                           for the work of a whole lifetime
                           that breathed fibrous
                           through every act invisible


second part of the triptych scenes ’round a wedding: // you can only smell the candles / when they have been snuffed out




breath wormhole: Plumstead – Woolwich – Plumstead 290508 – / the breath of London
breathing & lifetimes wormhole: my life / of others
coffee shop wormhole: start where / you are II
doing wormhole: let’s have some ice creams
glasses 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
hair wormhole: Exceat to Cuckmere Haven
mouth wormhole: [start where you are III] – delve
waiting wormhole: the art of sit and follow
work wormhole: Totnes