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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Billy Howell-Sinnard


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light falls on the head of a dog

everything i do is undone
by the next day

a whistle blows in my brain
a bone is caught in a branch
of the heaven tree

step by step
a leaf turns from sun to shade
from shade to sun

the chase is on
i hide in a bush with thorns
untouched by light
lying in dirt

cold ground waits for me
to give up my warmth