I can tell
by the chill
in my flesh
you have gone

two days past
slow body
strangled words

in dream
the tide
breaks stone
to sand

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Look, I'm happy to have a room for the night
but the walls are thin
and I'm having to listen to this guy next door
reciting, out loud, his CV, to his girlfriend

I thought all this 'I am' stuff
was lies you told in order to get a job
Oh, OK, I get it

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it is, just what is
and we know what is
and, maybe this, maybe other
but it doesn't matter one iota
of what is
lonely as it is
but is always
which is lovely

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