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maybe we need each other as much as we need trees for air,
to breathe each other as though we were incense
sensitive to even the slightest slip of intention
but we are lost in superficial reinvention
hapless in this haptic rush,
razor shaving, internet *******
I bleed every time I try
to forget we are the air
that rides the vales of a topography
too variable to be drawn on any map, image,
I try
to forget we are the air
maybe we need each other as much
to breathe each other
As I inhale,
I catch your breath
next to mine in the hallway,

your hands
are covered in blue veins
and you tell me
about the amygdala
and the chemicals
in our brains.

I tell you how
there are subtleties
in the dark coronaries,
there is a linger
that assembles in the blood
before it takes in the breath,
there are secrets to the cells
and the capillaries.

Your hands are shaking
a small bit, pale and blue,
in the middle of the hallway.
I grab them,
you close your eyes,
I know you wish you were elsewhere,

but you must remember
this life is a caricature
of biology;
we are all elsewhere -

I wish I could tell you,
that all I want to do is stratify you,
lay you out across millennia,
until you are everywhere
in every rock
every mineral.

Tell you to remember,
our birth is before the first day;

we are
                        the light
   before
    the dawn breaks -

we are circulated
me and you,
like breath,
like the morning star,
effortlessly,
orbiting -

do you think we would fall off
if the earth stopped spinning?

“I do wonder
if there would still be oxygen”
Our blood pumps
at an irregular rhythm ;
but still,
I am inviting you
to entrance me,
envelop me,
listen as I saturate you
in melody.


Pull your ears into
your heart,
delicate dancers,
wizards of words,
our rapture rises in the night,
separates the earth from the sky,
pulls together
this, our fortress of fascination …


everything is enticing,
elastic, multi-dimensional.
You are recurring,
effervescent,
dust on light streams.

I am elsewhere,
static, immobile,
a 30ft depression
in damaged concrete -

though still
we unfurl together,
lean towards sunlight
like Japonica’s  in bloom;
you are the coloured iris
that enfolds my empty pupil,

you are
my subtle hue,
I wish to paint you
in a surreal saturation,

a sincerity that breathes in between our authenticity.

Before we leave to write essays on realism,
come meander with me
into the depths of profundity.
Meadow Fresh
Our fuel for life,
Redzenergy
and the 500mL V

“William, William
stay where I can see you ok”

Stop                                            (neighbourhood watch patrols operating)
In here
Enter the fusion
Stay clear of the fire
Sprinkler inlet

Open
a Woman’s day
Enunciate your words
We cannot hear your muttering
What was that? There
There seems to be something wrong with my mouth
What was that? There
Seems to be something astray

I think it was a cat.
A frigid black cat.
I think it was a cat
there.

These shadows shade
the temporal rifts
of mind
these temperamental taps
of mine

D-d-d-do y-y-y-ou want to adopt a kitten?
D-d-d-do you want my kitten?
I have a litter

Spew the garbage from the pipes
scrub the grime off the machinery
unclog the arteries

keep it pumping
keep it pumping
everyone loves a good ****
As it all ensues,
sewn to the fabric of seasons,
these illusory illustrations,
they tickle every discourse.

But take a look at this here
isn’t it a quaint wee thing,
isn’t it so fragile

in all the frantic years
passes but an instant
of it all

oh, isn’t it all so dreary
surely soon enough
we will all strap multi coloured
wings to each other, hoist each other
to the skies,

we wear the flag of each other
my nation is you,
my culture is you
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