This break-neck
       Is craziness
At night
              Flash back and twist
       A digest of endless
              Old babble

Climbing up the long slope
       Onto the Beacons
              I fall forwards
                     Into silence
       My own voice

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It's Winter

and some event
perhaps just thinking about an old daytrip
and remembering the snow
triggers a reflex
inside the back of your neck
you link up
all the good
over the years
that has now gone
and in a finger snap
the elastic in your tummy breaks
and you're on your knees
weeping in utter loneliness
get a grip
girl's blouse

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