Underworld; 23.10.2017

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Wednesday 2nd May

WAITING FOR A WORD:

Some days the words won’t come out to play. You look out your eyes
& wait for sound, but it won’t come – not even the sound of the wind
to kickstart thinking. There was a mist, I’ll admit, like a memory
of Wales, but that refused to say anything more than,
“I’m here, get your own ideas!”

(K)

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