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When You Depart
SA (28/01/1954 / East Sussex, England)

When You Depart

All my emotions are jostling-jangling for first place
In a body that feels as if time has no substance.
Time has no meaning, it’s just a dial on a clock face
Nothing feels real, it’s all too surreal.
Yet deep within I know the proof.
I’m floating on nerve-ends that lash out for an anchor,
This noiseless space is earth-shatteringly loud. And
Night is day is night is day, all is one.
I’m full of yearning, deep and secret
Heightened senses are delirious, crazy with tremors throbbing.

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