| The Poetry of Richard Sansom Published by The British Sansom Society | |
 
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| Heart of the Moment I awoke asleep in the genre of a backwater cafe, a deposed spirit handcuffed to a table, dirty lights falling on the floor, crucifixes hung unevenly around the door, dust covering brutal colors, ignominiously wrapped on the bodies. That should be sufficient. But no. One wants more from dreams. One wants it all to mean something and move to a beat-beat of consequence, a movement gradually out the door into the moonlight, out of the body and the soul into the heart of the moment. | |
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