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This is what we have:

we have endurance,


we have the eloquent example

of numbers: the dinosaurs lived


one-hundred-and-fifty milion years,my love,

amd we have our tiny histories,


which seem real enough: the daily

frictions in general, your


incessant typing in particular.

These small things bring us close


to a story even we know the end of.

Sometimes we sit, waiting to be sad,


because it is always difficult,

even when it is easy. I know.


I had to spoof one or two demons

just to get here, to this family bed,


to you: we have at times

this momentum only this current


which pulls us toward one other, flush

with oblivion.



( on air : Fairport Convention, Down in the flood – live)


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