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He made a tentative move with one leg,
the other seven followed suit.
Each step took him inches towards
another urge to move inches forward
...

We have time to propel the installation
Of a concept or an expectation,
Commune in the globe's confabulation,
Provide the subtlist of a connotation,
...

All was sunny, the years' pathway lengthily strayed
Past horizons well sign-posted
With early gameplans freshly laid
And bright ambitions boldly boasted;
...

Is this now the end of time?
Will the sun never rise again for me?
Will this eternal astral sign
Remain lost to where I shall be?
...

My eyes are closed, my head down on its pillow,
Breaths of air are steadied, casting merest, faintest billow;
Harsh, abrasive thoughts, upon my mind descend,
After many inward battle, to another world my spirit wends;
...

6.

Upon first reflection, in our watertight cocoon
I find myself cell-mated with another being who
feels also the fresh beating breath of what shall soon
add to the number of the come-to-Earth new;
...

Comes in the tide of the sea
Irresistable such a tide seems to be;
Its waves gaining stregth as it reaches the beach,
It's a painful lesson those unstopable tides try to teach.
...

You light up my sky
With stars like
The many facets of
An unblemished diamond
...

Deathless words, deathless poetry,
Onto paper I will put, across the foolscap line,
And I will most earnestly make you see
This untamed passion that is mine;
...

All I've said
and all I've done
outlives me,
...

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He made a tentative move with one leg,
the other seven followed suit.
Each step took him inches towards
another urge to move inches forward
or in the direction that took his fancy.
He made it all the same.

He spun round and round
seemingly endlessly, but getting
closer to the centre of his sphere
with each rotation.
He didn't know why he did it
but he couldn't not.

Suddenly he found he had a home
which he had made for himself
without trying
and sitting here seemed the thing
to do, until a bluebottle
found an unwise stopping-off point
and became breakfast,

until a woman with an enormous broom
and flat-soled shoes
destroyed his empire, turned it to gossamer,
made him a part of the concrete
as she blew away the conwebs
on a well-swept garden path.

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