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Nihil sub sole novum

Three in the morning.

 

Awake,

Throat

Trilling;

Rasping

Scuffing.

 

Saliva nodularity,

Inclusion.

 

Exasperation

And

Exhaustion.

Numb.

 

Shaking,

Repeating

on

Itself.

 

Marionette

Tarantella.

 

Frustrated

Antigone.

 

Moment

Like

Soft

Candy;

rock

From

Blackpool;

 

Stretched

from

Here to

there,

Twisted,

Manipulated;

Elongated

to an infinitesimal shattering.

 

Inside

oneself;

 

Trapped in the

Now.

 

Shuttered

Behind

Doors.

 

Smothered,

Smogged.

 

Mendicant.

 

The more you bang your head against the wall

the more

The wall refuses to respond.

 

Cup runneth over;

Water washes away.

&

Nothing new under the

sun.

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One Reply to “Here it is, the allergy.”

  1. So sorry about the allergy but it set the neurons firing along a
    supa-highhway so that the feeling comes through with such impact and clarity.
    ‘Marionette Tarantella ‘ now a favourite phrase – recently programme on Angela Carter had some good puppet theatre backgrounds. At least no ‘ fleas that tease in the high Pyrenees ‘!

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