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I shall reach
this state
of
Les
Miserable
if I try
really hard…

but…
happiness
is easier
less face muscles
to exercise
‘n’
all that

as the world
impresses
impressionism upon me
I find myself happy…
bugger…
:)

Loud local pub music
the justified
high note,
a screaming,
and Irish whistle and drum-beat
that cover…
all life is a cover…
you are covering…
what?

He poises quietly
beautifully arranged hands
fingers pointed
thumb and forefinger
thoughtfully arranged

sitting quietly
I reflect…
my father wasn’t a physicist…
My father was,
well..
my father…
for-ever loving
what luck…
what a head fuck…

Every one is trying to bum me out…
Eels…
it’s all queer…
visited Avesbury today,
stone circle overwhelming,
Winchester Cathedral yesterday,
this is definitely a UK family right…
but will the Stallion be a Mare…

I don’t know…
But I feel universal Love…
we shared…

Hands raised quietly…
and a circling of, and thumb
and of fore-finger
in poise…

My Buddha,
bring me…
truth…
bring me,
Home.