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i stand near a figure by  water; in water

leaded grey seamed as soldered. we stand together, there is no gender, no one mentions it no more

here

they did in the tate

modern

gigantic genitalia

liking autumn, our fall  & liking travelling

i visit winchester today  near an old home no longer home. i fear to return there nightmares reccuring

the flat, the trap

the madness

those days i escaped  to the sea,  gently floating for hours becoming spongy avoiding the need to return until dark, when turning the key opening the door found chaos screaming

dreaming

in this crypt i find

all is quiet par the dripping in a quickening rhythm ; a storm outside .

water seeps in drips from my clothes pools the floor

feel the rain pour through me scouring  pain and it is better this way

i look across; it is taller than me by a foot with head bowed

stands before me silent

i stand before it silent

two of us

just two of us

some may say one of us

dripping settles

i do not know you

i do not know anyone really

only think i do

you cannot know me

secrets never told not to be told

here

now

ever

enough to be here in this place of quiet

water rises to its knees while i move higher

wait

a while to think remember you and you and you

all those that left

everyday some one dies.                                          we do not know them all

i have found solitude   and like it;  have achieved my solo flight a quiet life

hear a noise in the distance turn and walk away

it looks down into its hands

gormley

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