it’s a coldĀ  morning
you can hold your breath
a mist bank moving
giving shape to an easy dream

it hangs like a photo
on a milk wall
stood dreaming it alone
in a room full of people

crows fly straight
roman road dreams
we are more whitenoise fuzzy logic instead


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