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Welbeck by Mulletproof Poet beneath the weight of a century and its spare change seasons beneath the jet fighter trails a future and reason wrapped in ambiguity and garments of wire the house that never rests welcomes or smiles where tunnels spread as arteries pulsing under woodland skin. where bleeding gaslight scabs old wounds and long forgotten things where ghosts of obese horses stare always at themselves where no dancers waltz to memories and distant church bells where time takes a holiday and masterpieces hide to consider their tin box options of oil based suicides a recollection of a workforce digs deep and shields its eyes and chambermaids skate eternally, carving stories in the ice where authorities of silence command the passages of age cursing lonely circumstance and a name scrawled on a page where a duke found no peace, company or home but a necessary labyrinth, a forever in which to roam Mulletproofpoet’s website Welbeck Estate website...
