For Cl[air-e]

Made up as we air of

up-

sides and down-

ingz

that comfort some

who find luck-

why sol

ace in touching a-

not-

her but someone

quite different.

And so I will won-

der in article-

d-

anger if everything I’ve

see-

n is em or en or hy-

ph-

end between my

weird be-

musings.

And the science of 

love and the science

of life have

es

caped me far too

long for content-

meant to unride its

coarse on any 

hoarse of shouted 

lives where galloped

days do unstill wives.

And so that is y I do hope

this poem and its

pix do

serve – quite gently whilst I’m

able – as pix of pax and

start

a-

gain.

For that is what I’d

NOW

love to do.

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