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"Good evening. My name is - well that doesn't matter for the moment. I'm not quite thirty, twenty-nine actually. I've got one car, two televisions, and live in a row of privately owned council houses.
"I like collecting mirrors. I've got loads of them - all over the house; they're in the bathroom, kitchen - I've even got some in the garage! I like the way you can gaze into them and dream. Sometimes I set them up So that I can see lots of me all at once, like I'm standing in a queue that goes on for ever.
Various Haiku1) BUILDVarious Haiku
Blind to the tears of a serrated sky, Deaf to the cries of a cankered and emasculated land, Persist in your rape - hands of sand, eyes of mortar.
The noisome despots, Uproot the guiltless, to re-house the blood-guilty.
Sacrifice the cornerstone Redeem the clay The temple is complete.
2) DREAM
Beyond sight, beneath substance A land with no horizons, no time, just feelings. Frightened to be freed and yet longing fo the returning.
Beyond sight and substance
NaturallyNaturally.Naturally
It had taken him some time. Here he was, And the wait was worth it.
At last He was able to prove his manhood. To put to death The torments of his associates once and for all. To show All the small minded men how wrong they were.
The moment was worth savouring. Let it burn itself into his memory:
The hot and stuffy room, A box of lemon yellow. The summer evening smeared with condensation. The twisted reflections, On the brass bed-stead, On the chrome sink taps, &n
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Bry
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