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Worry worry
worry
a relative dullness
rooms in the darkness
speaking. are we there yet
not living one day at a time
wishing for more.
so that when she dreams
she wakes confused,
spirals zooming in colourful
kaleidoscope synchronisation.
there are thousands of murmurings
thousands of pretty breathless
sneers. they push, harder and harder
until the sky opens.
then comes roaring down
in the shape of an elephant tusk
the sounds, the airs, the wonders
pushing, pushing, pushing
no longer seen
only glimpsed.
we aren't there yet
there are miles to go, miles to seek
no more in between chances
only this, or that, or this, or that.
and in one final burst of plaintive
cries of an island,
she screams,
or tells.
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