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Dissolve, dissolve
reduce to cotton wool
& still disolve
reduce to white sea foam
& still dissolve
dissolve to fishes in the sea
& still dissolve
dissolve to eggs beneath the leaf
& still dissolve
disslove to fibers in the roots
& still dissolve
dissolve into a fishes eye
& still dissolve
dissolve into a seagulls beak
and still dissolve
dissolve into its chalky crap
and still dissolve
dissolve into salt upon the sea
and still dissolve
dissolve into a spot of blood
& still dissolve
dissolve into a kiss
& still dissolve
dissolve into a tongue
and still dissolve
dissolve into a lick
& still disolve
dissolve into a mirrow's eye
& still dissolve
dissolve into your own desire
& still dissolve
dissolve into her warmest fur
& still dissolve
dissolve into the air
& still dissolve
dissolve into her breast of milk
& still dissolve
dissolve into your sucking lips
& still dissolve
the milk burns in your throat
the flame is yours
you are the flame
there is no name
you are the name
The rivers voice is many flamed
by Tom Pickard(from The Newcastle Poem)
Dissolve, dissolve
reduce to cotton wool
& still disolve
reduce to white sea foam
& still dissolve
dissolve to fishes in the sea
& still dissolve
dissolve to eggs beneath the leaf
& still dissolve
disslove to fibers in the roots
& still dissolve
dissolve into a fishes eye
& still dissolve
dissolve into a seagulls beak
and still dissolve
dissolve into its chalky crap
and still dissolve
dissolve into salt upon the sea
and still dissolve
dissolve into a spot of blood
& still dissolve
dissolve into a kiss
& still dissolve
dissolve into a tongue
and still dissolve
dissolve into a lick
& still disolve
dissolve into a mirrow's eye
& still dissolve
dissolve into your own desire
& still dissolve
dissolve into her warmest fur
& still dissolve
dissolve into the air
& still dissolve
dissolve into her breast of milk
& still dissolve
dissolve into your sucking lips
& still dissolve
the milk burns in your throat
the flame is yours
you are the flame
there is no name
you are the name
The rivers voice is many flamed
by Tom Pickard(from The Newcastle Poem)
reduce to cotton wool
& still disolve
reduce to white sea foam
& still dissolve
dissolve to fishes in the sea
& still dissolve
dissolve to eggs beneath the leaf
& still dissolve
disslove to fibers in the roots
& still dissolve
dissolve into a fishes eye
& still dissolve
dissolve into a seagulls beak
and still dissolve
dissolve into its chalky crap
and still dissolve
dissolve into salt upon the sea
and still dissolve
dissolve into a spot of blood
& still dissolve
dissolve into a kiss
& still dissolve
dissolve into a tongue
and still dissolve
dissolve into a lick
& still disolve
dissolve into a mirrow's eye
& still dissolve
dissolve into your own desire
& still dissolve
dissolve into her warmest fur
& still dissolve
dissolve into the air
& still dissolve
dissolve into her breast of milk
& still dissolve
dissolve into your sucking lips
& still dissolve
the milk burns in your throat
the flame is yours
you are the flame
there is no name
you are the name
The rivers voice is many flamed
by Tom Pickard(from The Newcastle Poem)