We thought ourselves
the most complex creatures
butting some slip of a world
built on slender concepts.
We plodded along like we were
weighted with scones
dragging Devonshire ballast
in a slipstream of jam slather.
Asleep by four, we dreamed
the cheese dreams that sprout
mould during long lunches where
the same conversation is held.
And here they overtook us:
awake, unknown, younger.
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