The SOUND of my future 

My future SOUNDS green … no longer yellow; no longer an angry


I wonder if this is where a taste of love might 

one day take me.

I wonder if I smell a glorious phishing of curious 


“And how would you rate her?” the men who should

gather – wounded around me –

might say.

A world I never explored, tawdry and rhymed: oh, do give me the opportunity,

and once and for all I shall see

the me that is you; the 

you that I am; the you that I am only now become; 

the silences once awful –

now reconverted 

so good.

And we should, yer know?


to hear, 



and touch …

… to C you once more, 

as NEVER before …

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