Poetry

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Terminus

Does suffering end?

The endless rasping voice

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Sealed

She said where are you? Speak to me, you’re

behaving like you’re hermetically sealed.

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Grief

It has its own landscape, one that draws the eye:

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Off

I know / how it’s / easy / just like / flicking / a switch

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Ice blue

Something about this place…

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Look

Look, the mist is hanging over the valley…

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Fire Break

The forest burns. Some fool started it…

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Clean

I want the organ grinder, he says, not the fucking monkey…

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Confinement

How small it has become, how nearer the horizon…

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A London Sequence

The reptilian barmaid was irresistible, slithering behind the bar…

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