1421
orchestral
I dream the dizziness again
step up and here
a helping
steps in circles
like a club
it’s the smoke
various states of undress
there was colour can’t recall
breathless with waking again
lost the baton
of course must watch my head
feel the thousands pour from me
ping and ping and ping
that’s the world reversing
kind of a whoosh percussion
lost voices to a tune
open the big glass doors
the city’s all let in
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