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Begin again
Because I can’t begin again
I destroy the hands on clocks,
shake moon dust from the salt-shaker
and grind the bones of my ancestors
in the pepper-mill.
Because I can’t begin again
I gather snow with a teaspoon
to compress on a tin tray,
and preserve in the freezer
next to the pizzas.
Because I can’t begin again
I consider breathing a privilege
and then suffer panic attacks,
incase the privilege is withdrawn
when I least expect it.
Because I can’t begin again
I forage for metaphors
on the rubbish tip of 21st century
cultural waste - and pray for
inspirational recycling.
Because I can’t begin again
I am kind to insufferable people
just incase this is Karma,
and actually - I don’t want
to have to begin again.
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