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Keep on nodding til you're 

A jittered flicker on the

Tv screen; smiling til your

Red round splits a little

Inside, and the air's so fast

You hop - 

So light it hurts.

This glare, this phoney freedom

Is alight but to the

Tenebrous aureoles of

Our space

And theirs.

Don't think my pities fail

To fly; see them hover,

Those winged pixies who

Flex at your cuffs and

Splutter as mud is honed 

To the tune of heart waves.

My darlings are no use

In here, consumed as they are

By the frenzy

Of their own beating wings.

We hush up silt

And say the water's clear

As though I could really see

A face in torrents, 

An answer to anyone's prayer.