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In spite of you it still begins
washed up poor excuse
of a broken melody on trial
same discarded view

in pairs we let it grow
abandon faded leisure
for an instant filthy pleasure
a different point of view

in time it stands up tall
relishing the thoughts below
of overthrown mistaken virtue
beneath the distant dews

in woven masks on prairie nights
at eighteen in the crowd
forgetting need to be
underneath it all was you

 

by Nicholas Peart

Taken from the poetry collection In Arctic Measure (2004-7)

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Image: Nude In The Sun (1875) by Pierre-Auguste Renoir