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here
we are
here for
poetry
here to
live
here to
outrun the day
heretofore
here for
the here-and-now
now here
for a purpose undisclosed
perhaps
for a little lie in
and for
breakfast, for lunch and tea
just a
cuppa
elevenses
and afternoon golden
for a
whole day off
why not?
perhaps to
chew the fat
chew off
your ear
for a wee
dram
here just
to have my say
come dusk
strum at
the strings
and song
bodies forth
no one has
to remember
then where
are your immortals now?
dusty in
the archive
I'd rather
be jamming
here with
the now
here for a
good time
not for
long
here for
poetry
here to
live
here to
outrun the day
Fine. So lyrical. Manageable. Through the boneyard and out again.
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