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Harbour A song plunges me into the warm waters of your harbour and bounty I'd like to touch your hand if only for a moment briefly between here and the hereafter two passengers dwindling melting down into one. I do nothing all day but scratch out these poems with the palpitations of my heart and they ferment, jettison and orbit around our barrio in the cross hairs of lust and fidelity the barrel pressed against my breast I beg you mercy o demons of indifference deliver me from anything but complacency and indifference. Adam Tod Leverton (