In the end

We spun the hands of time and they came up threebut the clock struck nine and I awoke to see that she’dgone,life goes on, There is nothing you can do and everything you’ve ever saidonly leaves an empty space for the chimes within your headthat keep you going. Here I am and there I goslowly…

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The olivetti syndrome

Big Ben’s still bongingandI see nothing wrongin that. Enduranceis the keystone, all roads lead you to home,Rome’s in a different countrywhich Pierluigi Adolinitells me is calledItaly…

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Midway

The slow grope to the kitchen door,I had to open my eyes to see,and supposing that’s what they’re forI look around and see a bit more Wednesday should be put in a museumor maybe I should, Winter knocks while I’m searching for my socksbut I’m not taking any callers today…

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