in
a
tupperware container
drilled full with air holes
to
let
it breath and gently rot and fade
anything of real steel in there
will
oxidise into learnt valuable antiques
beautiful with barnacles
and
warped with age and rain and wind
open carton of Today and pour it slowly
over
naked writing
bearing in sane mind fine wire choices
that
invisibly fence Abyss
you walked a ghost in the dark
and felt the cold and lived the tricks/mistakes
and
white noise night thunder
now
the meat flesh is real/not laid out on a chilled slab -
walk
bare and opened
in the
blues and flower oranges of fruit and water daylight
and
feel
the
warmth from the good/bad new/old
cafe corners and night-out streets
on
your
constantly surprised questioning/accepting
ageing
birthday
face
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