Something I scribbled down this morning outside a supermarket in my car
It's not finished but I liked the sound of the words. 
Following an invisible line
Down silky shades and sunken eyes
The destiny you never had
Armoured nomenclature
Something that won't rhyme
High praises to a Goddess
And the wind
The rippled faces of unfinished things
Of work that will see you out
And the world staging
it's field of death
It's dreaming still and now
and then
A crossed field with no way back
Collaborators one and all
Raised hands or the wall
Raised voices in the bristling bar
Sea worthy revellers
Drunken tomorrows
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