Is young and foolish.

How quickly you fall in, how quickly you fall out.

What if it was a good thing? With everytime the faith.

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But what do you know, what do you imagine - and what do you really remember?

Grow your hair back and start again.
Step behind the curtain to a time before you veered off the beaten path, into a midday sun hours before you acted Out the part.

What is : being in character? Blending in.

There is peace here, for a while.
For a while in the bright winter sun, staring out the window of trains.
For a while on the other side of the world.

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I've stepped out of the dark side and grown too tall for the door
reaching back in for all I have
but life now feels like the tip of my fingers
resting against those loved walls Face turned towards - so that's the sun -

At nine I leave work and commute to a flat in the new executives projects.

It came furnished in empty beige, all nighttime windows and stone-tiled grey counters.

Soft jazz plays on the stereo.

I hang my coat from the entrance pew, pour myself a glass of white wine, stand by the bay window and watch my bridges burn.

What if we were
two
Standing at this building's odd angles
Where nerve shafts come to yawn
and resonate
We would walk off the stairs up the stairs and back again
Rocking the madhouse to sleep

This was life
This was something other

We were Adam and Eves, naming each other
Mapping the world into being
Whipped into being
We did not live apart

And on the thirthieth day like so many lost lambs
We knew each other biblically
Gathered to the sky beholding
The total eclipse of our heart

Poste restante

See I know my destination
But I'm just not there
in the streets
Walking with patience
For faraway homes and I know my destination
But I'm just not there
on my knees

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Go North

Tremble, toute au désir d'ailleurs.

Mary, carry your babe
Bound up tight like lips around a whisper


Freedom hangs like heaven over everyone.