something very unreal in the air
like time suspended from a string:
an oil painting in the faded pastel
colours of memory revisited
slightly off but not unpleasant
like a small dose of lucy
in your morning tea.
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The gorillas are not yet sufficiently advanced in evolutionary terms to have discovered the benefits of passports, currency-declaration forms, and official bribery, and therefore tend to wander backward and forward across the border as and when their beastly, primitive whim takes them. (Douglas Adams, Last Chance to See, 1990)
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