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letra de fogwalking - peter hammill

everything clumsy slow-motion,
i look for the source.
buildings loom up like icebergs
on collision course.
i don’t want to go in there,
i just want to be alone,
unpick the st-tches of time
in london
in the no-go zone.
i’ve been kicking around like a dog,
lost myself in the blank m-ss of fog,
it’s some kind of service.
all humanity’s fall-out is there,
slumped in doorways
and mouthing cold air –
i have heard this.
fogwalking, fogwalking.
since the curfew
the streets are half-dead,
all the good folk asleep in their beds,
it’s so easy to go off the rails
when the fog spores
are breeding inside by head.
fogwalking: there’s a presence that i sense
fogwalking: the neck muscles tense
fogwalking: it’s right here inside me,
try to find a defense – oh, no.
fogwalking through the wreckage,
fogwalking through the worm-eaten
night apple,
fogwalking through what used to be
whitechapel

- peter hammill

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