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woke this morning
to dreamish stuff
about little flowers
rare orchids
mountain slope
ripped up &
offered at pile of rocks
altar
could be Himalayas
or Wales
Brecons, Pembs

Anyway
bollocks to all that
got poems to write



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I Belong

on a shit bit of tarmac
walking across a disused airfield
watching
the nature
break through
not on a comfy mattress
nursing
forgetting
my words

You can't rest
go back into everyone else
You could lie on the runway
but the wheels will keep turning



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