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9. How it goes
Evolution theory suggested we were once the colour of the sea. But now we match, it’s true, ash from a disposable barbecue.
10. Moraine
A barricade the sea builds against itself. There’s coal in it, and coral, flints and flinders, but when I stoop I stoop for a child’s shoe, still laced.
11. The Future
Not a soul now, not a sound. If it’s true I am the only one then I might move inland, find a mansion, dine at the Duke of Westminster’s teak table, lick the paint from his last Lorrain.
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