What if I can’t imagine another culture?

I had a project as a small boy.
I would step into the real world of colour television,
where history is not so different to music.

But naturally, it’s impossible to be logical all the time,
so fuck that. Fuck normal.
It takes serious talent, to be as sensitive –
Imagination can melt iron bars.

The number of lives that enter our own is incalculable.
Why select just a certain few stories to define yourself?

Being with you is like being in this fantastic landscape.
H E R E is where we meet:
he looked at her, and she smiled.
she laughed her seventeen-year-old laugh –
colours upon colours.

We are all passing through it is just a question of how brightly –
that brief smile that afternoon.
The story began halfway through the lyrics of a song.

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