Mark. A Heathcote Biography

Let us dine al fresco.
Breathe in the intoxicating air.
I want to stare at the stars.
And the heavenly moonlight
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I want to synthesise the beauty of your eyes.
Take scissors so I can prise them out.
I want to cut around your body.
The universe and everywhere you've been
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Oh, oh, fan these flames.
I'm a willing sacrifice.
Oh, oh, fan these flames.
I want to combust.
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When I see the green and red
Of the furnace flames aglow,
And a white dove is rising in the skies.
And those sleek, slender, starving Black-
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The workings of a clock
It can be as mechanical as a stopped heart.
A wingless entity
Naked and caged propelled to flower.
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