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| A perfect vacuum, part of the Homeless Library collection |
O wild West Wind
I am a system in
chaos.
A breathing Autumn
In chaos, I am a system
Leaves dead,
driven like ghosts
There is meaning in them unknown to the Traveller
Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red
Perfection
is not necessarily smooth
and orderly
Pestilence-stricken
multitudes we
Arrive where we
started
My life's
journey
dark wintry bed
winged seeds
I am a system in
chaos
A wild West Wind
Over the
dreaming earth.
Muvi and Andris
May 2015
Poem from The Homeless Library, the first history of British homelessness. Told through poems, interviews, artworks and handmade books.
A documentary film about the project can be found here.
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