A1
i would gibber moonward
mind hormone-fooled
to its most free flow
those midnight meadow laughter days
young & under stars
B3
the day has a mood on
clouds cross the sun
we do too it seems
collision nerves in the basted belly
unhorse me metaphorically
drama is a black black buzz
C1
i hold the past
like a dreamer
im not the only one
no white piano
just home vids to never watch
i hold the past
like a dreamer
& our hands touch anxious there
like a dreamer
& our hands touch anxious there
photo Dream Station No 4 from the Dagenham Archive
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