pale waves of mist
as I kiss & bless you
we slip along these walkways in the sky
rain seeps through tears
in my heart, so scared am I,
here, alone with you;
streetlights shine,
lab rats scurry into mind,
straight into these concrete estates
of the heart
screeching seagulls shit freely
through black holes in the fabric
time torn, broken-backed,

from Dublin up to Sandy Row,
dead fat twins shimmer in the mirror,
look at each other autistically,
in this distorting mirror of time,
this carnival in rhyme, 
trans 1969
on Astral Weeks, spent in Belfast
slipping side-by-side, we slid into place
with nothing to say
and nowhere to hide;
just listen to the music. 

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