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Before the Poets entered two by two
taking up the battle over troubled waters,
seasoning guts with colour and havoc and mystery and after midnight vibes,
there was no place for space and time.
Now, the Universe and all its people forget themselves in moments,
stop believing they are just strangers in the night.
Hundreds and thousands and millions and billions of hearts
connect and synchronise
This Poem just is,
not what I mean and don’t mean — as it crosses land and Sea,
nestling into bosoms and the duty of care
of those known and unknown to me.
As they feast like ravenous beasts on bite size pieces of a crescent Moon absorbing all the light,
their stomachs swell — and they feel the words breathe and dance,
blooming into life
Such a glorious mess,
the best dreamers revenge
a Sea of emotions reflected in so many eyes.
Beautifully composed,
sleeping beauties
charmed awake by Lego houses built from Prose.
Ink tattooed on paper skin like the majestic art of the Ori,
as we dare to implode and explode in this wild, wild West
‘they’ may…
