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Permanence 21/08/23

Aug 21, 2023

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Home

I had a house I called my home.

I used to think it was one place,

nailed right down in time and space.

I went and lived and soon found out,

that it was here or thereabouts.

It followed up roads,

and it laboured up trees,

I learnt I had a home,

so long as I was me.

Presentation

I want to say I'm excited,

I want to discuss poetry,

to trade novels and art,

to swap exhibitions over coffee.

I want my laugh to be genuine,

I want to my smile to reach my eyes,

my excitement to pour off me.

I said none of this,

my world soars and sinks without comment.

I worry I left it too late to chat.

I worry I sat at the empty table.

I bubblewrap myself in silence,

popped only to laugh.

Evenings

The rush of your soul,

the moments pause in sunlight,

the kiss of a drowsy breeze,

the ecstatic joy of conscious being,

a time to savour your breathe.

Mornings

Commuting past fading gravestones,

day by day accepting them as a new sky,

my comforting earth,

my restful repose,

now my present.

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