Although I've watched you
For a long while
Watched you year on year
Taken pleasure in your reflection
A perception to be entirely insincere
A construction, a camouflage
Surpassing disastrous perception
Your wrinkled skin, your golden hair
Finding light wherever the music falls
Can you hear the music
More so can you hear the true affair
It all became without need to instruct
Somehow just to stand in the sunshine
By the railway line
By the overgrown viaduct
By the canal sides of decay and restoration
As old thoughts pass by
As old hopes pass by
Today there is no intoxication or reformation
Other than a calm aloof
Perhaps a calm of love
Perhaps a calm of purpose
Indifference, to the cat on the hot tin roof
On any other day no need for further preparation
Far enough of a gaze at my own navel
Today though the clarity
Is a turning away from fear, or desperation
In place a settlement, a circle of stones
A plain of reddest sand
Perhaps there too a cactus
An oasis, with a wishing well, and gnomes
A curtain raised, under a singular light
A child with his mother; a brother with his sisters
A writer with his words
And someone, for whom he wishes to write
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