into a Constable sky.
to make you out on the distant ground.
Lonely toy in a lost toy-town.
Sounds of circular breathing.
I'm a kite on a silver thread.
Daring lightning to strike me dead.
with unholy ghosts of your bedroom face.
the sound of circular breathing.
I watch Lowry matchstick figures go.
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