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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 Because I can’t begin again I consider breathing a privilege and then suffer panic attacks, incase the privilege is withdrawn when I least expect it.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. |