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talk because August caught
sleepers in January dream
automatic decent
wine launched the
permanent me
so qualified
as a memento:
ghost
a silver chain
to... asbestos
there the original mooring,
the posted soul
south-west
sage, smugged
across
apt
green-ways, corridors
vacuum cleaners sealed in the
museum mind> listening
for the dust to
creak,
the mustiness opens
up to fresh love, the
coast all sea foam
&
salt
lust
broken album, bathroom shoot ups
and
the silent night of Christmas
all
drip
drip
drip
through the steel evening
through out
the hopeful sleeper-
a mind, through
August caught
in auto-launch.