The alarm clocks have died
the mobile rings
the world is fogged out
objects have blurred
into each other
a lone sandal
abandoned near a drain
some things are useful
only in pairs
thick tiles stolen
off a pavement
arranged like some
ancient Shamanic ritual
the flower-seller
is dreaming of
a warmth called home
shivering in a thin quilt
an abandoned house
like an enlightened mind
leaves all its windows open
waiting for some dreams
TVs and remotes
people-remotely connected
word play
who plays with whom?
pour,scrub,chant
chop,grate,grind,chant
alrms,alarms,alarms
microwave
washing machine
eat,drink,type
like,comment,tweet
read,write,mark
BREATHE
mechanical motions
cohesion and coherence
go first
comprehension is
not a virtue
little fights and victories
red bicycle,Joyce
crayons,Hugh Prather
words,conversations
monosyllables
hug yourself
I tell a friend
to let go
of letting go
the last dimension
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