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The garden sliding past is overwhelming
receding though an unreal windowpane
through watercolour mornings by the newsagents
to nights we carry, carry away
The headlights on the driveway are a mirage
from fields that stretch into the empty night
unreal inside this windowpane we pass them
deliver me to bars and crowds and lights



