Sleep is a story / we tell to ourselves / the streets yellow
with swollen leaves, your face / somewhere in mine, orange
gone suddenly / sensual / Thank god you
were there to rescue intelligence / to revel in the inequality
of silences / and now I’m bursting / naps
itching joy / Eno at the bar, birthday / girls lugging
flowers into the future / without a map / I’m suddenly so New
Wave looking / at you from the bar buying us / drinks
as you grin that / scared intelligence, that could it / be we
are already / kissing grin / Just yesterday I was so
sure silence / didn’t exist / now it’s bursting
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