The Magnifying Glass

I can see now
Like looking through
Binoculars the wrong end:
Sharp minute
Slow-motion shows
Focussed.  1 have sussed
This whizbang gimcrack
Almost  running film:
A  stick man
A  bundle of cards
He  seems to run.
It was the big
Bullies, the barging ones,
The  ones you blubber from
Turn  your back on
Are  soul-sick with
The  ones that make you grow -
It was them - unfriendly
Hard, they hosed me slow
In time's nick and turn to a
Haven  growing wide and warm,
Thick enough  for me to fathom
In a life.
It's my line.

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