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Saturday, 23 November 2013

It only took a photograph, or was it a painting

I walked to the beach today 
First, through your rose surrounded door 
No one was watching
My roar was silence itself, so far apart

Down the lane my footsteps went
One footfall; there was no other
If, as all the while, the quiet knew
This is how lovers stall
That was the lover’s view

There, with something & everything 
& nothing; out to follow the West wind
Rescind those thoughtless thoughts
Posted in reply
To your innocent letter

When angst got the better of you
& the better of my idealism
A schism that forced apart
The endless cynicism behind this art


Cut It - Love of Perfumed Grains of Dust
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