sit down in the space lost between some small fragments falling
through the holes in my reasoning climb back into skin white with pink
red brown amber blue feelings greet the take away moments eating my
ageing process lay back and think of England old towns child hood
totternhoe big hill small target easy to miss if you take the wrong
turning fresh faces quaint graces pig farmers damp larders tin baths
looming large hit your head oh dear you're dead what now sit down again
friend take stock don't be shocked all's well there's no hell except the
space you create within yourself that private place where dreams embrace
and take a chance jump into space and watch the fractured moments lost
in chasing shadows shooting fish fingers in barrels if you know the
angle you can adust the sales pitch tune in to the bbc and take pictures
of her intention retention privatisation fixation relax and watch the
world go by soon enough to be gone what then
Richard Heley
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