For this is It

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The only thing you can be, exists in this

moment.

For there is nothing else but shadows

dancing.

Paul

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A rubber ring, around your waist

and the tide coming in.

Ripples touched your ankles

and you smiled in the sun.

On the beach, your midriff

Torquay

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I used to rush along the quay,

Smelling the sea.

Absorbed in emotion.

“Last trip tonight!”

The boatmen would call.

Glycerol Trinitrate

#

Grip harder, shadow.

I’m not spent yet.

I feel your fiery claw,

Warming me.

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Crow

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Black and white,

Death and life,

Flesh

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Flesh,

Binds the structure of existence,

Pulses with life.

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Nerves,

Transmit this perception of being,

Mermaids Call

#

By their song and the call of tide

The virtuous are called

Glimmering reflections in their mirrors.

Combs hanging and hair damp with

Nain

#

Chiffonier, cracked mirror, sideboard near.

Chest of drawers, dinning table and sofa.

All covered, bedecked in lace and carved

With memories inlaid, deep as snow.

Smoking Giant

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Oh, smoking giant!

Gigantian curls drift on the ether.

Sighing, singing, flying sounds

that

calm down then speed up the nervous frame of him

So Far Now from this…

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I

Thought memories,

cut through a stagnant

silence and briefly,

a swell of emotion