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Sunday 2 February 2020

Misgivings

You paint and I ride the curve of that letter
Spirituality is where the well is 
Dry tears and split hearts 
If I unpack the earth then how will we know what will grow 

The thing is these seeds are unrecognisable
These words have merged into the same end point 
There is no thirst where we have been consumed 
A heart is not a heart when split in two