Pub in Well Walk, 90p, for iced water, just to sit down and write this

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... apart from poetry, that is.

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For nothing is outside.

But those body-sensings are the way, 
I feel it very strongly though I know it can't be said. 
Not in the old way, for the scientific is now a deadness 
and the art is in the words themselves. 

Every one. Every one. 

And the devil to the coast.

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Put like that it seems impossible.

(c) john chris jones 1995