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tinnitus
in a stillness
all between
no one lifts a finger
past Sunday
here we are
just the moment stood
below the wind
and not a tune
listen!
and hear just your head
a crackling like static
no snow falls
glow
as the blossom
stood the rain
as in the sunshine stands
no drumbeat
a little wrestle with myself
and every elsewhere with us now
that’s the world turning
loud and clear
like the needle come down
Dolby off, Dolby on
stepping in and out of mind
the bluest blue is all above
in my afterlife
this art
in between us
still
I’m hearing you Kit.
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