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Volume 2 on my back
on the floor early morning
and through the blinds the sun
shines
and the reflected light on the ceiling makes lines
like cardiograms…
its almost like
I remember something…
like it means something…
something important…
almost and
I wonder what it is?
In the evening
on my back
in bed
hearing the TV from the unit next door,
the man from downstairs whistling,
and the grumbling cars
down Yarra Glen Road
it doesn't seem so very important
anymore
and I don't wonder about it so much
in the middle of the night
in my darkness
I wake up
face down
!another day!
