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The sound of strangers

The sound of strangers singing By Paul Grant Tonight All of history Suddenly Bubbles up beneath me All the long dead, Gods Friends Lovers Knock at the long hours Demand attention To be more than Memory I don't know What to do with this It is too big, Comes on Too fast My skin feels rebel Tingles like a fresh kill, The blood here is not mine It flows in new ways Towards unexplored parts I pace on the carpet Try and walk it off I want to scream Punch holes In the walls Dance like silent amphetamines But its 3am And what would the neighbours think 44

So I pace some more And reason That somewhere There must be someone else Pacing the carpet In the long hours Thinking its too big It's all too big, The heartbeat of an ocean Sailing upon a small ship. 45

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