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So I'm there.
Charging around with a juggernaut brow.
Overdraft speeches and deadlines to make
Cramming commitments like cats in a sack.
Telephone burn and a purposeful gait.

When out of a doorway the tentacles stretch
of a song that I know
and the world moves in slow-mo.
Straight to my head
like the first cigarette of the day.

And it's you. And it's May
And we're sleeping through the day.
And I'm five years ago
And three thousand miles away.

Do I have time? A man of my calibre?
Stood in the street like a sleepwalking teenager?
No.
And I dealt with this years ago.
I took a hammer to every memento
but image on image like beads on a rosary
pulled through my head as the music takes hold.
And the sickener hits.
I can work till I break
but I love the bones of you.
That I will never escape.

And it's you. and it's May.
And we're sleeping through the day.
And I'm five years ago.
And three thousand miles away.

And I can't move my arm
for fear that you will wake.
And I'm five years ago.
And three thousand miles away.

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