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These are worrying shapes
In the sun.
Dark words when you wake.......
Moving on the sound
Of sand scattering over steel
You are noisy dots
In a common city
From any separate window
Afraid what mind will utter
L.A. Amsterdam Adelaide
Villages parks motorway caffs
The same face stuffed with boredom
And the dead cities shape the heart
With the dark noise of friction
And this violent light ensures
One bright darkness
A fetid gauze of unfelt pain
Filtering the constant unheard scream
The human rain
The rain of hurt
The rain of words
Washing away
The human details
And you crumble feeling
The western machine
Tunnelling through
Your buried soul.
In London, Washington, Moscow, Peking
This rain of grief
Keeps beating down
The new born creature.
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