Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay. With thanks. He could kill me this time. Before the blow that never comes, I leave. In the no-man’s land between now, and the awareness of now, I withdraw from my body. From the feet upwards, until I exit, like breath, from the back of my head. A gossamer …
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“I lost a world the other day…”
I remember… I remember… I remember an inn Miranda and a highwayman who came knocking at its door, under a new moon shining wi’ the twinkle, twinkle little stars that looked down on a land where the Jumblies sold sealing wax and cabbages and kings asked queens, who asked the little serving maid, not to …
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