we float the edge
standing ledgewards
on a tearing map
confusion is the whitenoise tide
this radio detuned
a spinning smile and a spinning dial
hooked by the spinning black circle
it is a propensity
where we stand
pinwheel the arms
tilt at windmills
topple forwards
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owner of a restless pen, listener and maker of the musehick, culler of the skull, the insomnihack. prolific poet and multi-genre writer. made in the uk, re-tooled in the US of A. writer, prizefighter, caffeine inspired all-nighter. tabloid mouth,broadsheet mind.
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365 2020 
this is wonderful
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Thank you!
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