Dear Mick,
In the title to an obscurely-themed group art exhibition
I saw the word 'Bloom'.
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Tous les deux,
L'homme present
Et l'homme avant dans l'avenir,
Aiment le temps perdu.
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However good the convener's intentions,
A grave will crash a party
To deliberately and perversely
Hasten its end,
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Cold winds on the way
to the church of Lamington,
the cold few and cold air within,
the cold words the preacher had to say
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The manager tells why
He breathes out ashes,
Smelly gases,
Solidifies the sky
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Only thoughtless beauty
Could produce the horrid things
That make the dying worse.
You think such beauty's too perverse
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I hadn't the time
To be able to rest
As I sought both real and illusion.
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We can say our souls merge
After separate existences,
Existences
Which may or may not
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In the heavy,
Comical way
You rock and roll,
I see where you come from,
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However justified my contempt might be,
The critics were contemptuous of me.
With honorable intent,
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