(20/04/1988 / Gloucester, Gloucestershire)

To Lay Low

Once I wondered into a ghostly summer.
It was an icy side of the sun that drew me into a haunting lather.

My intuitions gave in to the eye of thunder.
Then my back took a shiver of cold depression.

I looked upon myself to see if I could change.
I yielded to my desperation for knowledge.

My memory of the warm spring came no further.
I became prisoner to the ice in the sunshine.

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