Tuesday, 3 July 2007

11 PM

I've been thinking about Greece

The light of oil lamps and candles

It lives in my spine

O child this is your dream

Every pebble dreams

I'm afraid you think you need to bow before me

ME 109

The beach was full of the young and beautiful

When you are fallen, think of today

The key turns in the ignition

At best we can slow the rate of departure

How difficult it is to look at them

A woman in my class write, "I am sick!"

What seas, what shore, what grey rocks, what islands

The pulse in the arm, less strong and stronger

Whispers and small laughter

Light, dark, dry, damp

I have walked many years in this dark city

There were three paintings and they looked like a set

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