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Response 7 ~ INSIDE

 

In the upper room

 

I look up and through the skylight.

I am a fish in a bowl without water.

 

The world is blue.

The tree over the rooftop is green,

Its leaves are notes upon growing staves.

They wave at each other.

They are unstoppable.

  

I hear the wind through the branches,

And the occasional sound of birds.

It all finds its way through the gaps.

 

Downstairs the rumble of a washing machine

And the gurgle of pipes disturbs my

meditation.

 

I cannot help but let the thought creep in =

Real life is out there.

I am in here, a body upon a carpet.

 

The threads become barer each day.

 

 

 

Photograph and text by Patrick, North Yorkshire // Music & performance created by Graham South

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