Brandy nip.

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Un-busy my mind.
Spike these scattered thoughts
With heedless tranquility.

I will consume your silence
And drink your stillness,
As cool water on a hilltop.

Sheep, grouse, bee,
All go-back go-back to quiet,
In a windless Indian heat.

I am impaled by you, felled
Between humid vapours
and your shining face.

Pinch me awake.
I am a moth transfixed,
Drawn and ordered still.

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Steve Smart is an information designer, poet and artist. View all posts by stevedsmart

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