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2016, 5*, awareness, Birmingham, Bowie, computer games, falling, identity, loss, naked, standing, streets, walking
“I
stumble in to town …” on
endless streets of paviour
I didn’t notice a kerb and fell
like an army unit from the
23rd century, self-contained
but waiting to rise
once a cognitive-scan is completed,
yet it revolves without completion,
`cannot get a lock, so I stand
without co-ordinate, beguiled
by logo-lettering of all regard
and stagger around with naked physique
dressed for none to see
to cover my loss
————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
awareness wormhole: ‘still …’
Bowie wormhole: south horizon
identity wormhole: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J Redford – Working
streets wormhole: snapshots about Totnes
walking wormhole: out
mlewisredford 
Lewis, I always enjoy reading your poems. They are visceral in a startlingly beautiful way.
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that is such a relief to hear, Shelly, thank you
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