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Turn up your speakers if you like music!
a f f i n i t y
m a r k m u r p h y
We are the public statues, stirring, stirring
the town squares at night.
We are private beings, moving, moving
this public space.
We are strangers in the head, clutching, clutching
our ribboned hats.
We are Ithaka’s wings, moving, moving
the scattered breeze.
We are the Bronte sisters, dreaming, dreaming
dying, always dying.
We are Anne, Emily and Charlotte, moving, moving
the graveyard of our father’s ministry.
We are the bronchial children, playing, playing
the grounds of the Parsonage.
We are the breathing ghosts, moving, moving,
and moving in the dark.
We are the human creature, crying, crying,
the boards thin.
We are Balzac’s cloak, moving, moving
in the night wind.