turn from silvery transparent
to the cotton wool of semi-liquid clouds
it sees into the future of my brain
predicts the sneak-hearts of
the shitters who take off to use the outside loo
truly right by my room me there
towelling from a shower thunder hey a bit of space
think ghee emollients by nature the slip
and slide of share stolen in the night
innocent by day ghee reliable and true
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