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1 - a boy in the corner

2. - lockdown

As loud as the trees, from Bexley down to Brentford's quays,

a boy in the corner, 8 avenue, counts time 1,2,3.

Forgetting the loud sounds, the wagon wheels upon London streets,

a parallel universe is formed, swiftly at fault, he secedes.

An enigmatic mind, lost at sea,

Captain Hook walks the plank,

across the Adriatic, to Timbuktu.

a blind priest - it's so silly - all I'm doing is sifting through!

Back of the garden, silently blue

time blended like 1,2,3 - 3 months have passed

silently, the bliss innocence sets its bets

whilst the ambulance sings, bringing men to their beds.

Like telekinesis, life has moved,

across the orchard, morphed, anew,

a silent whisper, the Tao of new,

I understand life now - its so clear - who knew!

Now the flame has infumed, and life resumes,

a man in the corner, a real humanist, sings 1,2,3!

into the wild, marching down the mountain,

She's dressed in red, a look back, she is bounden...

3 - solitude

4 - the blue mountain

I went up the mountain,

got drunk before the stars,

saw the meaning of life

the void behind the facade.

I laughed, I cried, I screamed

with eyes unclouded by smoke.

So simple,

I fell asleep.

I woke up in my bed,

got up. Had some cereal.

5 - Jasper the taoist

6 - yellowman

7 - A yellow blade forms a fine line cut.

FINE LINES!

Fine lines

fine lines

Between a life of blame and crime

The eclipsed dystopia along the spiteful light of the heart.

My human consciousness 

Cuts through me like a tearful blade

Forming a fine line.

8 - media

9 - event 1

10- the forgotten voice

Nor here, nor there

I am the forgotten voice.

Feed me insecurities, pain, or suffering,

I'll soak it up, like a dry sponge

and harden into a happy face,

a parent-trophy, 

to sit on the shelf case.

Too quiet, too coarse,

I am the forgotten voice.

Evil rages inside, anger, or happiness,

Funny versions of myself, a tidal wave.

Don't worry!

He's a happy chap!

Give him a bone!

All alone, no home,

I am the forgotten voice. 

A smile through the sorrow, lonely,

A split-version of Earth.

My phone.

It rings,

I am trying to ring home.

11 - this final goodbye, 1st August 2020

A final goodbye,

A half wave, half smiled, crumbled reply

I left as if it was normal.

Nothing was normal.

A broken shell, timely memories

A shallowed broken energy.

We knew. Everything had changed

As I waved, stupidly, as nothing had changed,

A final goodbye.

To someone there, who would always reply.

Burned into my memory,

This final goodbye.