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Once more through the thick grey hollow

Once more through the thick grey hollow
vomiting black smoke choking on it

It is all a transient illusion but I admit
it has me rattled

Still wake as though punched in the brain
& today counting out Vivaldi’s sonata E-minor 3rd movt

I thought I had tried everything
What if I only thought I had?

How about a pretty apartment on Prytania
& a work of collaborative ageing

I have an inkling how quiet & slight
a thing I am growing into

blink & miss you
en route & complete

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