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Wednesday, 31 July 2013

Without substance, yet heavy with meaning

As if the untethered float of air
Less weight than a real thought
Free, with every cup of coffee
Free, with every singles walk
Beside the endless canal

Half seen, half heard
Half sensed, half smelt
Half hearted attempt
To wash over, wipe out
Visits to the supermarket

As if in a daydream of silence
Less light than a real hip-hooray
To pay for, with your every pause
To pay for, with each sitting
In that comfortable chair


from 
Parting Shots - Love Of The Status Quo

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