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Martina.
Tina. Marty. Marts.
TiniTinyTina!
An iTram.
An 'IT' ram. (the jay chou of sheep)
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That I'm trapped in that place.
And I'm running in circles.
I hear the blood pounding in my ears like a drum, and I can no longer think.
And I don't know what to do, what to say or how to save myself.
And maybe I'll sit there- frozen, staring into empty space, thinking nothing.
And then I'll ask you what's on your mind.
So that your thoughts might distract me even for a moment.
World is what you swim in, or dance, it is simple.
We are in our element but we are not free.
Outside this world you cannot breath for long.
The other has my shape. The other's movement
forms my thoughts. And also mine. There is a man
and there are hoops. There is a constant flowing guilt.
We have found no truth in these waters,
no explanations tremble on our flesh.
We were blessed and now we are not blessed.
After traveling such space for days we began
to translate. It was the same space. It is
the same space always and above it is the man.
And now we are no longer blessed, for the world
will not deepen to dream in. The other knows
and out of love reflects me for myself.
We see our silver skin flash by like memory
of somewhere else. There is a coloured ball
we have to balance till the man disappears.
The moon has disappeared. We circle well-known groves
of water on a single note. Music of loss forever
from the other's heart which turns my own to stone.
There is a plastic toy. There is no hope. We sink
to the limits of this pool until the whistle blows.
There is a man and our mind knows we will die here.
Dolphins
Carol Ann Duffy
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Martina.
Tina. Marty. Marts.
TiniTinyTina!
An iTram.
An 'IT' ram. (the jay chou of sheep)
celestial beings.
1:37 AM, Friday, December 22, 2006
I have to confess that I'm terribly, terribly afraid.That I'm trapped in that place.
And I'm running in circles.
I hear the blood pounding in my ears like a drum, and I can no longer think.
And I don't know what to do, what to say or how to save myself.
And maybe I'll sit there- frozen, staring into empty space, thinking nothing.
And then I'll ask you what's on your mind.
So that your thoughts might distract me even for a moment.
World is what you swim in, or dance, it is simple.
We are in our element but we are not free.
Outside this world you cannot breath for long.
The other has my shape. The other's movement
forms my thoughts. And also mine. There is a man
and there are hoops. There is a constant flowing guilt.
We have found no truth in these waters,
no explanations tremble on our flesh.
We were blessed and now we are not blessed.
After traveling such space for days we began
to translate. It was the same space. It is
the same space always and above it is the man.
And now we are no longer blessed, for the world
will not deepen to dream in. The other knows
and out of love reflects me for myself.
We see our silver skin flash by like memory
of somewhere else. There is a coloured ball
we have to balance till the man disappears.
The moon has disappeared. We circle well-known groves
of water on a single note. Music of loss forever
from the other's heart which turns my own to stone.
There is a plastic toy. There is no hope. We sink
to the limits of this pool until the whistle blows.
There is a man and our mind knows we will die here.
Dolphins
Carol Ann Duffy
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