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12. Tomorrow Never Knows
Split moonlight fibres
shatter through
the crimson cage,
wrapping the heart
in mirrors of magic threads.
Golden spinning buds:
pale, milky flowers
spring from the soil of night.
Images spill out,
wanting the quiet lost self,
looking for their own beginning,
to find their own end.
"We grew up with The Beatles:
They belonged to us."
Sobbing, stuttered cries,
confusing lyrics
with a darkness, smothered self,
suffering in silence.
A voice vanished.
Illusions melt into space
under a smiling sun
spilling over the edge,
down the waterfall of the deep, night rivers.
Next: 13. Wing Commander
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