Travel Time

It is as it is
The pain precludes sleep
The pain insists on waking
The pain pushes, or questions
All limits of mind and body
All extremes of love and loss

This is the first night
There will be others
Times, without sleep
Without mind, without love
Yet there will be meditation

In the middle of the night
Or at 03:39 to be precise
Not exactly on the dance floor
Though we could be flying out
To some villa in Tuscany for a wedding

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Savour

The only thing
Which is either deep
Or significant
In that last but one piece

Are the sloping margins
Which I believe are there through
A potent mixture
Of doubt plus a pinch of ecstasy

Doubt; because it was
Because it is, because
It most certainly may be, because
Most likely, it always bloody well will be

Ecstasy
Well once you have been there
You have been there haven’t you
No more to say than that

Oh what a mixture though
A veritable bacon and brown sauce of a taste
A definitive modus operandi
For the blessed as also for the cursed

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Carpet Covered With Flies

The fly disturbs the silence
More so
Now that the fan of the fire
Is no more

The two minds of the mind
Claim the silence
One is ok with solemnity
One is not so so sure

The curtains are closed
Closing the window
Cuts out the wind noise
A giant spider appears

It raises within me
Such hypersensitivity
That I now hear music
As if in the very walls

As if also out in the dead of night
Did then the spider eat the fly
Or did it die
As all of those others had before it

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Obligations

A rugby match
Between Exeter
And some place in France
A wild windy Saturday
When the English
Were expected to win

I did go to a game in Bodmin
Or was it Truro
Something to do with work
Corporate entertainment
Turning out to support the cause
I think you stayed home

Which maybe
Is where you are now
Although you too
Could be turning out
Also for the cause
As you might well say

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Be

The enclosures of silence
Umpteen walls, floors
Doors, corridors
Take us to and from
The rooms of solemn being

It is dusk as I walk
From the restaurant
Where they have wi-fi access
Why in this half-light
Do I feel so empowered

So smitten
By the castle like stone
As if I was
In that other-worldly place
Of all knowing, of all being

Ever so serious
In a space I call:
Peace, truth, beauty, love
For I know
No better words

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