Pennies from Heaven

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Returning to emotions
After running away 
For two weeks (or 10 days)

The tide hasn’t changed across
Where I used to sit
Once upon a time, 

Faint little lighthouses
Turned on at 7.45am
And turned out with a shrug at 4pm,

Compliance cultures 
Or moaning about life
Below the poverty line, 

Blackened chairs
Mourning in desolation
Grasping the lights,

Watching the sun
Leap across a blank page
On the back of an envelope

Erasing all that went before
Across digital powered
Security announcements

But never your words
That fall into my eyes
Like pennies from heaven. 



◄ sadness

Prologue (Europa II) ►


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