not
for
ages
look at the coloured bed bumps
foot under quilt and throw
quiet
then bin men rattle outside
i didnt put mine out again
dont move -
my point is when i do rise
take
my
pills
and put the kettle on for the first time
everything will be instantly DIFFERENT
outside
the bedroom
walls
i will move thru the bungalow universes
experience
the hectic
with the calm
it bothers me the bed wont be this comfy again today
and
tho
the
rooms and the garden
are
connected by architecture
i
dont
feel
this connection
in
the
scrap of soul i retain
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