\nWhen you can\u2019t be sure what it\u2019s all about
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Amalgamated broken down, the wind includes feisty cuffs.
\nA girl & her dog or a boy & his cat \u2013 reversing flavours, round & round.
\n*
\nWhen we weren\u2019t aware that we could be shunned, those voices inviting us in.
\nLandscapes prove all of a torrid pace, we do that climbing out of the self thing.
\n*
\nIf you want to prove you\u2019re probable, show a little bit of chorus modesty.
\n& then the lesser & the looted, all the ways you never think to point out.
\n*
\nNeighbours visited today, found a hook to hang a hat on.
\nI so often took you at your word – & time going by? & the ways we simply chattered?
\n*
\nIf you don\u2019t want me stalk still, continue the sloping gestures.
\nArt clogging up the gutters \u2013 there is foulness among these schemes.
\n*
\nNo more catastrophes \u2013 we\u2019re dusted & done, ready as ever.
\nTurn down the lights, figure into revival, emancipate\u2026<\/p>\n

~ Lisa Gordon<\/p>\n