Only new places are within
Reach of consciousness.
Your upbringing will follow you
Into unneighbourly streets
Within reach of slithering out
Of the way spaces.
When fleeing the herd
There is no ship for you to take
No road to Nowhere.
Your house is on the edge
Of eternity, just a nudge
Sends you flying.
Some things are inseparable
Eternal. Unshakeable, carefree
We do not count the steps
To paradise. Friendly muses
Lift our spirits. The whole world
Is foreign to us.  There is no 
Other land, no other sea,
No other Tuesday in the thin rain
In homely Salford.
My heart is like a dead person,
Buried. My mind is withering
With impatience and every day
Begins again. Djinns vibrate
Silently around me. All is,
As it was before, footprints
On the crema floor.