a sort of answer to neil addison based on an answer to me.--
before the band comes in/ [poem long forgotten]/ the sequential oscillation of a spoon in a cup/ staring at the poem by NA, and now, instead of shifting, or coercing, or twisting, try linedancing your way towards a response/ leave all past behind
great stones cracking in blurred memories
leave all memory, prepare for that which is coming
what is coming?
leave all fear of what is coming/ the past is coming
memory too
isolate the cradle/ the helpless man, from an album of ghosts, is coming/ nothing survives on intention alone/ tear a horn off some gazelle, and show him a unicorn
memory too
travelled so far, no postcards to mum
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