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The jellyfishdances through the waterwaving its frilly underwear.
We found one on the beach.
It had become a polythene bagfull of water.
In our flatfaces speakof places across the sea.
In our flatvoices walk intalking, but not like me.
The space is a friend.I tell it what hurts.
I tell it why I'm not good.The space is a friend.I tell it the bother I'm in.It won't let me tell lies.
In the beginning was the wordand the word is ours:
the names of places,the names of flowers,the name of names,words are ours.