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Spaces

This was a time
when we played with mudden toys
and mounds of puffed rice
and lit coloured candles
on concrete balcony railings,
and in the deep spaces
of wooden-shuttered window sills.

But this time the flames are higher
and they are not fuelled by wax,
but by the tortured wounds
of the inner spaces
of young minds.

This time I have had to travel
across ancient low hills
to bring you back
to familiar spaces
where we have been before,
on inner journeys.

But this time,
I am not there
and you are alone,
as I am.