who is you ?
who
in my lay-in dreams
knows me so well
as the binmen
rattle and drag
our rinds away
who is you ?
who
i see in forests and malls
in Our Price
drifting on the social downwinds
of
the reimagined days
of
back then
long ago
and gone
who is you ?
cos when i wake
your face
becomes
that
of
eight different sexless strangers or more
and
then
the comedown daylight
blows
you all
away
like dust
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