figure
sitting
black
chair
table
black
pencils
white
white
biros
rulers
white
periodic
table
the turkeys were gurgling
one began
the others immediate replied
for
they had survived
and
Christmas was wheeling
past
by day after day
how hazy
how dreamy
woke I
so
the Sub-Conscious:
blots out the past
even most recent
how hazy
how dreamy
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