It startedWith Jazz 15 years old,Walking down Stoney Lane A tune in my head I couldn’t understandWhy Thinking followed Was I thinking and the music moved?Did the Music move my thinking?
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What happened?
I took a step Didn’t stumble A moment later I carried on
So far
I am So far From heaven I believe Myself Invincible
Hi You
Do you think you’ve got somewhere? By thinking you have You are either here nor there.
You
You think you’ve got somewhereAnd you haveBut thinking is neither here nor there
Must be Ursa’s 18th birthday
Duh
enlightenment? inner realisation? autism? Who’d train in that?
Me neither
I’m catching myselfLooking out from other’s eyes Damn A painful gift
The last alley
An alley still echoes the moor the heath the poor and the thief Rich with blackberries, gorse, mountain ash and wild cherry The longest season this year, eight weeks while Elsewhere a profusion of plums Apples galore White currants still sweet A moment of thought Thoughtlessness And if this was the last year and next …
Sour Dough
Ordering bread and coffee Baked by desire It’s grinding repetition Skin not an echo But that glistening same The bitter Buddha kneaded here Could not be loved Without lust Wisdom’s yeast Force fatale Yes Yes Concentration short Yes Pain overwhelms Yet where no excess and Eager expectation ends So ? It is imagination that arises.