Leipziger Platz stop check out a geographical representation a destination in mind an escape from the elements a new beginning begins again circuitous endings arriving at flowing into the centre along southern arterial from feet to heart to head only to lodge somewhere in the gullet looking for reproduction anything with a laser paper negative projector recorder cast away materials gathered up to give that lived in homely feeling winter storage for warmth hibernate on a sidewalk swept into the undergrowth being trimmed out of sight flagrant vagrant beauties are not to be held onto just a passing phase nothing so life changing permanent structures must have their universal functionality instilled from the ground up something to walk on another to walk under a little to lean on whilst unpacking the tools for sandwhich making one sharp knife and the imagination broken into pieces open every storage compartment every cavity is a hiding place every body a vessel every pen a possibility no standing orders a lunch in the sun complete with walking glances of not quite knowing and not quite caring all inbetween sliding scales of judgement but these rays cannot penetrate the newly arrived not yet can one be displaced from an arrival is this the same spot the very same place everything looks out of order a little different where was the bench the watering can the out of reach toilet a ramp off the street onto flat off street portable homecare turn your map inside out play it from ear from here let a breeze catch your hair heading into the centre and when you are there all is still everywhere but here settled stilled not silenced not satisfied crawling on their sides churning for yet another go give them these striding land rovers persistence and present a positive light to character that will not give up the hold of upturned reason given that one accepts the assumptions follow through to the conclusions and damn any unlikeable results teetering amongst the edges setting up shop shanty shelters hail a bus get me down from this hill over the canal over the river into the east now west loud now quiet restrained now entertained the wind leaves nothing unchanged here is erosion building up afresh ever another view another beauty catching eyes nose and mouth hold my hand take me out show me the sights left by others with another idea here is the burial ground here is the birth place carried away to grow guided return to rest a leaf bursts out green and falls to the brown earth waiting with patience beyond those trampling mammals speak easy clams hugging walls riding trams insisting another chance to be green another day in the sun to feel warm again and smile happily i have seen you before i know these lips and heard these words but i feel bare and cool whips across my forehead these fingers have lost sensation i must eat but my sack is empty elsewhere beckons reckons seconds pass a third time a fourth never to sit in the same place rising up on the wave of all coming to a point culmination expectation exasperation here i am
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