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.
Like hands waving on a distant shore.
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Had anyone heard you out there in the
water.
Would they have moved closer to see
you wave?
Or would they have left you drowning?
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Whilst somewhere else entirely a train pulled to a halt
And in some dusty station then stood for a while, while
waiting, for someone to notice the Meadowsweet.
Before chugging off into some future.
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Is this why wine comes cloying in at the
mouth?
And love enters, welcomed by the eye,
all rose tinted.
Grasping for some sort of existence.
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While you lie still at night, all of a sweat and
mindless.
As the wheels of your mind briefly grind to a
halt.
All perceived through a patchy realm of neurons.
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Listen to laughter carried on the wind, all tenacious.
A fleeting confirmation of all those moments which
Flirt with reality whilst seeming to confirm existence.
Before consciousness, fades into the night.
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(November, 2016)
