h1

24/12/2009

we are a broad church   dogma to the left and right   your hip joining mine   a sleep that would not close over us

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h1

23/12/2009

we balance between    stillness and movement    the smell of divinity    the hospital’s airless regiment

h1

22/12/2009

never as we expected   a lurching momentum that stalls in  mid-air    the day’s judgemental colours  combine to a single   black    result

h1

21/12/2009

out of intensive care   you catch yourself breathing   deeply   as if the air were a given    not a precious ore dug    deep from the bleeding earth

h1

20/12/2009

walking here the whitest streets   counting the votes of trees   branches dreaming of fire    of new moons and soft tidal winds

h1

19/12/2009

you chase after your breath    climbing the oxygen rope   hand over hand   these inadequate lungs    this gasping faith

h1

18/12/2009

if I walk on my hands    these boots will last    another week   but such escapes   are only ever    temporary