it’s nothing but feeling for years in retreat
 never quite the right words
the wrong time, not the place, in between
now to realise in part of the whole
and happy in the way things fall perfectly in place
when there’s not time to overthink it
when you find yourself furthest away
when you’re listening, not raising your voice
for the sake of being loudest in the room
there’s only you and one who argues with the mirror
all complaint and complacency
he’s got these theories that he tells to himself
are never fully formed, just construction
like a building, first the sites and plans and briefings
quotas and budgets and loans
never quite what the developer proposed
what is depicted in the artist’s rendering

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