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177 Miracles; no, I didn't know the cat's arse was significant either..




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As the ground thaws
Wreathed fragments of
Mist materialises
In the dips of slopes

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In the hospital bed
Prioritising continues
A list of things to live for
A list of names

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Out of all the morphine
Phantasmagoria, the most fantastic
Thoughts from the future
Are recovery and love

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Mist multiplies in substantial slabs
Bounces back headlights makes
The air turn thickly white
The edges of the road are gone

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Road-kill slouched
At the verge, skin rolling with
Revolting gorging chomping
Revelling maggots

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Foam-white wave tops fling inland
Into visibility, joyous and dramatic
Just for the love of it
Spattering froth across tide-lines

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A squirt of light alerts the fish
Barely enough to reflect their silver
Sided hustling for food
In the wave-churned kelp

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Seaweed bumps with fish
Faint glint of silver and
Electric pulses make
A shark’s clock tick

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Beautifully designed beast
Shoulders from the depths
Instinct signals time for
Breakfast

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No-one has ever heard
The cat fart, even at her
Most relaxed, draped around her
Wicker basket, chin up, eyes shut

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The edges of things
Lighten first; wispy outline
Of clouds above mist
In a pre-emptive sky

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Regular places my dreams like
To visit include a mountain
Cave above a lake
A boat is moored waiting

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Odd memories my dreams
Will ponder include unusual
Road-kill; a pregnant wild boar
Her unborn young scattered nearby

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Mesmerised by the oddity, we
Went back to look at the corpse
Vultures came, the maggots
Did not have time to hatch

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Death comes back and back
Repeat visits, in dreams, at the
Verges of roads, it is trying
To lead me somewhere

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And in this hour before the dawn
I see into the darkness and I see
The balance, the interplay
The stillness as we spin through space

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And as I dream I love and learn
My intuition rolls like flotsam
My soul can travel and my veracity
Holds firmer than the cat’s arse
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