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The skeletal wood, memory and blueprintAnchored in the long-still motionless murkOf sombreing ivy, knackered brackenThe starling's one mourning whistl..
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BreakingBreaking down -- flailing leaf corpsesProclaim the ragged, wind-torn skyThey rustle word of burgeoning degradationBreaking through --Darkening..
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Summer
wander, gaze on grass heads three feet ahead
pressed close by the air around
fragmentary movement of specks
raise now the e..
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The open sky canopy revives and grows wide
Now the light, sieved through the remnant
Of winter's strung-out tenacity
Gifts a satin promise of..
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Here in the roomsIndividual lives move forwardLike a bug through long grassThey watch other lives move pastWhile some kind of ending loomsHere in the ..
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Here, the ground grows stone.The elevation of remembered brevityParades the daily ache of onward travellersWho remain.The engraved recording of dissol..
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The train has halted, breathingTwo doors slam slam, presentingThe country silence like a prizeNo turnstile, no man in uniformAnd now, too soon, the la..
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Pennies and pensions are all that remainWhen our lives and our loves and our joys start to wainThough we're born into sunshine, eventually rainWill da..
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Recalling London Bridge and Borough Market attacks 2017
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Sitting quietly the other dayI suddenly found I had nothing to sayNow life took on an elegant greyAnd gravity left me aloneThen I awoke in darkest nig..
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