Sunday, December 25, 2011

Icebergs over Yorkshire

the meaning the involvement there is no meaning or involvement
she does it like the first chapter of a novel
sat there
in the bathroom
flicking through
like we have just arrived in incarnation
still flicking through catalogues
this house
this life
this routine
but this is the lie
she does this only because underneath
she knows
like everyone
that there is a heart pounding
like an insistent drum in the jungle night
leading always to that one
terrifying
inescapable
place

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