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A mist came ringing in from the sea
While I watched from the snooker club
Taking whisky while the fat man drank warm beer
There's no monsters hidden behind the blanket
No ghosts climbing out of the futile, endless sea
Just a couple of middle aged men not athcing
Any fish.
A car came drifting down the drive, the headlights
Catching the side of my bedroom wall
Every moment between then and now has felt
Exactly the same, and every second is gone
And can never be recovered. Peeling off hand knitted gloves,
Swinging a bamboo cane, walking along the low brick wall
Watching the ravens and the tall poplars that reach out
On my left
A hand full of damp earth, a slap in the face
Tears bitten back, a fist clenched inside, a broken clock
The path between here and the railway track, the
Old golf course, there are so many ways to say
That I feel more and more alone, that my childhood is lost,
Cannot be recovered, was burned away like an unwatched
Candle, and now I am a man. Its always about a girl
Its always about me.
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"Do not tell lies, and do not do what you hate,
for all things are plain in the sight of Heaven. For nothing
hidden will not become manifest, and nothing covered will remain
without being uncovered."
The Gospel of Thomas
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