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It will be beautiful.

He says.

Write for me he asks.

Everything falls naturally

and works its way out.

He promises.

We talk and overlap like waves.

except it will depend on where we are standing.

and what place is around us as we walk.

The poem feels urgent.

Walk with me and

take a few words that surround you

and we weave a poem

together

We rarely meet

Can you come as soon as possible?

Then I look

and around me

are light.

where I am

is you

standing in an old zoo.

Do you believe me?

The space has been lost

forgotten

abandoned and run down.

I find

now

I hear my words

spoken outloud by

the ugly speakers

standing still tall

once it was me alone in my room

now surrounded by 2,000 partygoers

people dressed up as animals

on holiday needing to be one

I am at the centre

because

really

under and over the thronging masses.

my words float over and through

All this to say

it was a great day

I had my words played

to thousands of people at a rave

AND

I don’t think my life

will

ever

be

the same

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