B ag In Tree
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Shone the sling of the mayor
Without a Body I was Dreaming
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Without a Body I was Dreaming

As though time were trickling drip by drip backwards
I saw brick by brick the walls rapid unbuilding
and was as though pore by pore dissolving

Rib by rib unhinged
and without a body to keep packaged up - dreaming
I laid out unravelled at the beginning

As Virginia Woolf letting loose mammoths in Oxford Street
stomp by stomp

As Dadaists with kitbags full up with words - tearing them down
phoneme by phoneme

It was a wish to spec by spec mash up the molecules of made up civilisations
so to resurrect them - block by block