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Time on The Tussock

Sometimes I retreat
To the sunken underside
Of the floating island
Called my life
A mollusc amongst the reeds
Enjoying the pulsing silence
And gentle tidal caress
Feeling a weightless world
On my shoulders.

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Have a Great Day & Take it Easy,

Paul