As I lay pouring myself
Into the thin afternoon
Mellifluous and contented
Unable to explain
With nothing to do
And nowhere to go
Lounging in the rocks
Reason gathered dust
Beneath my bookshelves.
Cobwebs and silverfish
Became my constant allies
Belonging everywhere
Hiding behind blinds
Away from the human gaze.
With nothing to hold on to
And nothing to care for
You came in with a
Short gripping cry
"I think I need a smoke."
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