Paperless ships & chick light.

radio auto on a curled wire

Morning through to night acting out a book

Which  is Now a million films.

Playing with her hair dreaming of possibilities

For a child questioning Is there a ship out of here 

In the other universe hiding within inside

Only inches of skin like a shell.

separating you from strobing dancing light.

Can you hear what the future holds 

can you hold the old papers within your mind.

Twenty eight days late now , only to find I’m talking too

A pin holed empty fluorescent lite egg 

A duck asked me to mind. 

Sold as dragons  but no green soldiers hiding inside.
 

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