Bare Walls No More

                          Brick Lane, East of Eden

                Cave dwelling now warehouse

                       A little cold

                  Likely nearing zero

                But more to the point

              We’re mainly present

             So get a grip and ignore the glare

            And find your rightful place

          By staring out of the window

          And staring into the within

        Feel your way and find a start

             Whether wrong or right

Now is time to turn up the heat

And stir, stir, stir

Simmer

Shutter

Shoot

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