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hazy days of non-realisation (Remove filter)

the tent flaps of perception

We both smoked two bowls of salvia

And sat in our tent

Next to a crumbling abbey

And a pack of feral scousers

Shivering

Expectant

A minute

Ten minutes

Twenty minutes

Nothing happening here

Move along

Except

You are now made of jigsaw pieces and fire

And my thoughts are coming out one letter at a time

Wheeling off an alphabetic merry-go-round

Landing at ...

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hazy days of non-realisation

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