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as if
as
if there were a world to come
a
bell to ring
a
trumpet blast
clock
you run up too
as
if
there
were a ghosted soul
to
make eternities of you
and
better men like Gungadin
see
how a dream must mind us thus
with
all entreaties
as
if there one made
or
we could be in
if
this were a cave
so
minded that we might forget
the
conversation up till now
the
coming up in the lift
as
if this were a penthouse apartment
where
they braid gods' beards
tickle
old todge
and
let's have a lick
as
if this were where ice cream's from
and
chocolate, marzipan
it's
always best to love the host
as
if your life depended
this
pantheon of silence
the
answer to my prayer
as
if there were a judgement
and
a truth of us all
scribbled
down somewhere
as
if the lot of us were quite deranged
and
fallen, like angels, about
morning
after binge
as
if this world were here for us
to
fuck till red and raw
to
pick and choose who to abuse
and
all in someone's image
we
keep a calendar of appetites
as
if the one book said the lot
and
all sat up to bark
come
down in the last shower
all
woolly over eye
as
if the garden were where we'd begun
not
all of our ages can keep up one
where
the blue's struck
with
sunshine, cloud
and
I inhabit
for
how long unknown
but
not because of fate
it's
a forest
there's
this day
we're
aptly in
and
these my words
and
yours to follow
all
fleshly, blood run
with
the bones
go
into the moment
we
make
marzipan
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