Tuesday, 15 February 2011


I can see you out of the corner of my eye,
hanging around the apex, nothing but bunged up light
out there hanging from the tip of a grecian isle
I tilt my head and you undulate duly,
i'm yours and you are mine truly,
ships sink straight up to high heaven
and all the while you laugh
a shade knows nothing
feels nothing but the pull of its puppet strings
but I swear I saw you move.

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