The Man You're Looking For




The cuckoo calls from the well of my mind,
more echo than thought, as it fades through the wind
and flickers away to the silence beyond
like the voice, in myself, of another.

'insomnia in southern Illinois' by John Burnside 


"That's the man you're looking for
A pause, a vacuum.
An absence.

Things taken out of context

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