Get up, in this or that
way, die secretly,
focusing
on breakfast time,
electrical things
lightening up,
eating, and
then cleaning dishes,
hovering around
a book cover,
unsure,
'plane blowing up! ',
partial sinking,
'Pluto' the Budgieregar
twittering madly & chirping,
'James' watching 'Doctor Who'
in the next room,
myself postponing things
yet be done,
the enlightenment, hoovering,
around a half decent poem,
seething in a dream mirror,
admitting this, instead..
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