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This is movement like waves cross
surf upon the sea
a light a ship a land
not deep
shallow with the falls
niagrara plucks as
sirens call
shelter
shelter
from the storm
to the new world
not yet reborn
falling in a barrel
of dreams
that loves the air
the forest keeps
the pockets
of space
within our sleep
where time no longer
seems to tread
or steal
today
stops
just for a second
far away
a light shone
from the plane
frozen in the sky
when the colour changed
starlight to silver grey
the planets moved
in line
and broke the spell
for just one day
to be so kind
some kind of other life
in the never world
as bright suns
spin into the dark of night
curtain lids
close on eyes
and vision opens
onto a stage
wrapped up lit
and ready to smoke
burning
a way
to lucidity...

and then we fly