Alive as Light

Well,
I’m alive as light,
And though the moon wanes,
It gleams pretty bright,
Like a sickle,
Sheltered by the earth from the sun.

Tonight,
No-one wants to hear a poem, here,
Tonight,
Not from me,
Anyway,
“Anyone could do that!”
“Too right!”

And I’ve gone,
Up to heaven’s Flat-block,
One-o-three.

I’m singin’,
I’m out drifting like the leaves,

Its dark,
Until a sunbeam touches my heart,

I smile,
Until im told to run for miles,
For nothing!

Nothing,
Nothing but skin.

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24/02/23