Simon Collins Poems

There is nothing left
to ask aloud for
the child has grown
yet still wants more
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Comfort casts its light
from your eyes to mine
long and lost
your words in easy time
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New book old book
It means this it means that
Dragons will eat you
The world is flat
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The clock ticks far away
inaudible yet present
as each measured space
between moments collide
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She wears her pants now
in her woman only tribe
rejecting the protection
of the gladiators pride
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Take it away
that steel moulded thing
shining for this heart
like a trickster you sing
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A mothers arms
Will never hold her
Forgotten son
He will never feel
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Silence glistening in it's
Tingling bell
Moving space
Away
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Listen yearning child
Your spirit is immortal
Your body may tumble
To its death
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Sometimes I pass through a doorway
To a world
In silent motion
As time breathes in and out of itself
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