in danish town rivers are flowing’


who said there were none
in my dreams danish town roars
like a waterfall
down o’er the edge of the world

each of my thoughts is a flash
from a machine-gun tape
every quiver of my body
is a signal from a radio transmitter
is someone out there

some marvellous amateur

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