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The sky at the
shade of dawn and noise
shifting from the side
of a bell to a wave in
the sea, a soft noise,
yellow circles bouncing
out of it. The friends looking
at the music. They can see
it like juice spilling across
the sky looking for
the edge of the world to fall
off and for the horizon to get
all sticky from the sugar. They take off their
sunglasses because of the cracks and look at the bell
and it strikes itself on a
different side. Noises saying,
‘look across, from Paris to
London to Tokyo to the
ends of the earth’ They see
the noise come back and like the wind
it blows their hair, until they
become a picture and time stops and is honest for once
and the bell becomes a church bell.

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