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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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