and ascending northwards again
I wonder if we've in fact been here...
these hills framing the tarmac
feel a part of myself, a
"home"
of sorts, though
I wonder if I've been here...
those gothic buildings
and the bogan lovers,
the girls braving the Friday night cold
I wonder if I've been here ?
that nowhere-grey void, levitating us
over bumpy air (like the skin of a tuatara)
suggests I've "been" but been
absent --
not been, have been
seen but unseen
familiar but scarcely known
that old Scottish town where race
has always been hot topic
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