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Helen Bermingham
Shadow boxer No salt into wounds A cut in the flow When love is too heavy a word A house of infinite rooms The time it was, the time it took Whatever you can bring back to me Fugue The doors we never opened, the rooms we never walked in All our yesterdays In the dead of night I swam to you Burning through my thoughts Wooden dreams In a sea of great delight I lost you Skyscraping Anticipation of a future archeology I burned myself bright In a world of forces and matter The fabric grass and the upholstered sky Look through me again, look through me once more And the fizz in the lemonade popped Spilling out my thoughts, soaking up your words We always gather in the eye of the storm Holding up the sky