The body that betrays us
Belongs to life itself –
It will go its own way
Making a rendezvous
Tomorrow or today
With the fairground mirror
That returns us to ourselves
In sick duplication –
Meanwhile we have
This window onto sky, earth, sea
And coffee, morning laughter, sex and
The world as cake and ice cream.
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