Cabbages and concrete
Tea bags and toast
Willows and whales
Goalposts and ghosts
The world is full
Of the similar differences
Squares with the corners
chewed round
Drown in the silence
Swim in the music of me
I dance with the wind
As it slides through the gate
I sit in the full white roundness
And drink in the peace
Of the cacophonous sea

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