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25 February 2011

By Mark Brayley | 2011 February 25

Tired of eternal internal monologues,
I went outside
for a tangent and a tab.
The Angel of the North was there
on my window –
Gregor Samsa, prone –
it spoke to me
of fragile stability
without words.

When words form circles
here was a cross
that I do not have to bear.
It told me it was getting warmer
and I should not be so cold.

Lost for frozen words,
I sucked in hot smoke
and willed it to fly
when flight was what I wanted most,
amongst other things, other crosses,
other eternal internal monologues.

Cigarettes, Franz Kafka, Depression, Insects

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