I have never known such loneliness
as this – I have my radio playing – a
streaming selection – my stomach’s
delicate lining was knifed [I sit alone
…/
His Truman-esque Show stretches to Peacehaven in his hoax East Sussex Here he sucks on sea air tasting far away origins - but no sandy footprints …/
Is it that [noticeable] difference
between [all of] our estimations
of how our now life develops &
our realised truths
…/
Like Morse [& St Augustine]
my desire for sorrow swells
in readings & discrepancies
& ageing & in old intentions
…/