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Just plain live.
Into blue-grey mist of the evening sky
Through the moonway curtains ablaze
Like a march of shells in a roaring tide
Like a shower of rocks in a sweeping glide... more »
I feel computers’ heart down in my chest
its beat as low and level as a Monday morning
its digital command of visors in my head
as perfect as a neatly staged religious mourning... more »
my world is being shattered to peices
by cold seated deep in your heart
in a chest where nothing is beating
still something is ready to start... more »