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Goal Shifts
A thousand deaths may come
my way
In metamorphic forms.
They may insidious
Curl.
A
million ways to notice these.
In
continental ways.
Bye
bye England
Old.
Twenty
one years to fill a soul
With
other thoughts.
Platonic
Ideals
Lie.
Total
disease of a mind.
Starts
with the body.
And
mummifies with shape;
A
whore of some expectation.
Like
a bleeding, hairless, motiveless
Ape.
- Simon Huggins, 19th July 1993