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FROM THE MULTI-POLAR MIND OF A RECOVERING EX-USER

not poetry, not purposeful, not pretending









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Friday, 10 December 2010

Sleeper

Time motors on,the cycle is over,
Celebrate life and bathe in the light;
Never look round and never return to
Those moments which melt in the heat of the night.

Look to the sky and gaze through the distance,
Breathe in the air like milk in your throat;
Run down the path with the strongest resistance,
Wear your love loose like a camouflage coat.

Hold your head high when you are a mourner,
Spit in the faces of those 'friends' of mine;
Watch for their malice in every dark corner,
Pierce the long gloom and make the world shine.

Swim to the shore when the river gets deeper,
Turn from the screams of those drowning in gold;
And dwell on the signs that lie in this sleeper:
The mind motors on though the body grows cold.

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