Surround yourself in some show
Of dress and talk
And inevitable imagination
So the world can creep up, slowly,
Behind your hunched back.
When you feel it
It will drop you, into
Infinate disillusion, ad infinitum

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From the floor I look up at you
All of you, and apologise
To every one of you, one
By one for my imperfections
For my inability to climb
This insurmountable number of
Specks on the walls and the floor
So I look up to the sky, past it all
To escape
If only momentarily
To another planet, just close enough
For me to see, but dedsperately
Too far to grasp

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At your desk
A natural defensive manoeuvre
Sticks you to some manuscript
You with you could escape
To fall into the pages

There is a ruin of buildings
A city of decisions and indecisions
Ones we do not have the courage to defend
It lies, in slow decay, in you and me


This is just some stuff I drafted up a few weeks ago, enjoy.