the number one used to take me home
but it means nothing to me now.
Though I sit on the twelve and conjure
an extra deck above my head,
thrust the metal into stairs
and crack new windows out of air,
it means nothing to me now.
The other passengers don't
notice the twelve turn itself around.
My newish neighbours get a breeze
as the flat flies East, takes
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"West is only East if you go
far enough around. I'm facing
in the wrong direction for home"
reminds me of something.
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and sorry for not replying sooner!
xx
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