Further Grid

You take your bag
and go you do not
stop you do not
sleep when
you called when
you asked when
you wrote and asked
what was it
for what did
the magic say you
dance you shake
dice you stir
tea bathe
in a coloured bath so
dark so
insular so
unbroken so
lost a song of light a
song that flickers to
shadow diesel out and

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I've got to be so with you
that I don't know what I'm doing

let it all drop away
walls            doors
until spring
like lovers

but not as one

I want to reach
out toward very much not me

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