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Blink No 2
a thousand colours above my head
pale and flaky
am i a guest?
i asked for a full moon
my pledges unheeded
o my god what am i to be
guster of leaves
a little light filtering
they sound bland to me
cold oars shake a moment,
the spirit of blackness is in us
life is a valedictory meanness
a thousand voices peer their rectitude
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Antony Glaser
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