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.brondanw.

should i spend the day looking for the labyrinth, learning how to spell it. should i spend my life searching for the pattern when all around is waiting. should i fail, or should i take up the challenge.

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.cocky.

is gone.

old

ancient

he died

buried

his house

is now

the log shed

tidy stacked

good

he did not prance about

stood on one leg

lonely

the hens had gone

a long time

we all miss cocky.

there is no photograph.

sbm.

snappy things

i don’t know what you mean

dancing about like that. i

thought you said you will make

some cake next. i heard you say

it.

currants are not needed unless

you have no spice

for flavour you could make biscuits

snappy

crocodiles

some people take it for stomach pain

my father ate peppermints he

had an ulcer. some say he drank too

much

i chose the ginger beer down in somerset

sbm.

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.storms have names.

1.

storms are predicted

slowly the sign starts moving

we head toward home trees

are down. power gone

dark yet the bones

are showing

the door is open

rattling

2.

we ring the police the line is dead

buttons gone spongy

reduced to mathematics and tying the thing in knots

no dialogue they are out everywhere

trees are down

bones are showing

here

3.

police arrive tree men to mend and repair

on overtime

for

mass calculation

crowd in the house for tea

find there are no pastries offered.

there is nothing in the house.

bones are apparent.

sbm.

fleeting

when the world runs cold,

water freezing, eyes held

from the words.

moments with the old story,

knowing it will be understood.

each day a moment to be

shared out here.

sbm.

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.a vision request.

early while driving. omen repeating

sometimes the sun comes lower after the crest

one moment

imagine them marching, slow & white.

will you name them?

in the wake all things come clear.

slow & white.

later below the peaks i tell him. he said it is

the dark crystal.

sbm.

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.limosines & chevrolets.

it was quite a while

then while travelling she noticed

an interest in cattle.knowing little

noted their shapes and patterns.

mentioned the farmers yesterday

most in rugged vehicles

dogs barking

one in a saloon car, the passenger

kind

full of food stuff

for cattle.

she wondered at the white ones

on her way home.

sbm.

.regarding the last.

maybe connections are missed

the link dismissed.

metaphors faint as my flimsy

whispers

symbols

do you deny me peace?

perhaps you utter the words

constantly?

look closely

sbm.

sounds of the earth

one hour moves

my body remains

the same

one thought removed

the mind alters

some words deleted

spaces

added

some questions never

asked

sounds of the earth

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made of lint

which frays,

tells the story, discarded.

some say it was his handkerchief

used, worn not discarded

here.

discarding , all was bottled, remained.

another day.

sbm.