36.5 The Giant Finds the Needle but Loses the Haystack
Heart race, who wins? Night blows leaves across a perfect lawn. Victoria whispers about lace. My kingdom for a reason. The phone rings elegant etceteras. Mr. Eliot sings in the key of forever. The way...
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aha! the giant winks. I can see these as poem one page, picture the other. Big loose watercolourwhat a great way to 'liberate' your voice, these poems. They give you the (psychic) sprawl you need.
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