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There’s a seagull staring in my window
The sun is wearing x ray glasses
I am not a criminal or a prophet
I am just learning how to steer my body
Between the bodies inside my body
And there is a ghost who lives under the stairs
I call her hedgwidge and that is now her name
Sometimes we sit and watch documentaries about obscure subjects
But then again I’ll have to go and do the shopping
Two bags of rice is all that you need to be an artist
To be an artist oh what a silly path to follow
You could be an accountant or a killer or a zombie
What a zombie you are to me
I saw a chaffinch singing by the stream
It was not a broken wheel
It was a space invader
A song is a stained glass window catching the sun on its wing
Little captain of the mossy branches
Cloud shadows fall on your meadow like tarot cards being turned over
Near the rushes there is a silver lake bending like lovers
Pressed between the pages of a book that’s fallen behind the sunset
Your bramble throated trilled song is a blessing
A strand of silk in the dawn

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Burnt Paw Edinburgh, UK

Musician & artist levitating near Arthur’s Seat, Edinburgh

Naked in the Dreaming

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