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the short tree has its hand up
my mother was an upright piano
we will be there
a loyal friend
the mathematics of sunshine
it could almost be an accident
trams and pies
colours shift and fade
vegetable, mineral
graveside
einstein plays guitar
dangerous shoes
like owls
my uncle’s son
suitcases balanced on their heads
how much the ants carry
forty-eight dogs
tiny
red heart
blue
life burst out
think of icebergs
it’s the state
I’m in
underground
maneouvres
disease relics
we keep the wall
between us as we go
that small small inch
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a
pigeon and a sparrow
waving on the moon
transparent
in triplicate
move quickly now
if
at camden town he said he loved me
the painter and the
physicist
into the waiting arms of god
containing art
the family
the apple trees watched and wondered
under the tree
her dirt
the
angle of his bending
prologue
the watch my father wanted
ankle
socks and hair in bunches
tiny unborn fish
the beam line
coat and
shoes
my flickering self
retreating I retreated
let’s toast this
thing
the lion and the meteorite can never touch
you
the tragedy of
tragic men
missy
we watched him on our screens |