07 December 2015 - 15:49
2901 The Sound of Low Singing
2902 When the fumes rise up
2903 I am under water, searching for the light
2904 So still the air appears to breathe
2905 There are two worlds, yours, mine
2906 She slipped out quietly, as if she was slowly dying
2907 This is the month you will die
2908 Malt
2909 They wait on bridges, watching cars fly under
2910 As I move backwards from my death
2911 I have asked you ninety-nine times
2912 There have been various women, but all have passed on
2913 Here the people wait, but never board
2914 There is a low humming sound
2915 My father, my mother, my sister, my brother
2916 Nothing is so trivial it cannot be ignored
2917 I would make bread but I have too much time
2918 There is an absence here, no house, no barking dog, no you
2919 A brown-eyed girl in a dark-blue coat
2920 We are approaching the falls
2921 I will be found face-down
2922 Yellow-green buses climbing long, slow hills
2923 I woke in bed, far out to sea
2924 A curiosity of angels
2925 Between the bed and the bedroom door
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