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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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