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no questions asked
times think things gone
night’s pockets empty
where’s my card, my key?
it’s naked out of hours where
same with the skin
felt here, just there
absent, lost as limb
a fine mist peering
inward
shape it
see where we were
imagined
day will come
as twig rise
when all the edge is fallen
tell self away
not how we’ve come
or will or why
become
a trick
of light
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time got faster
in hushed
tones
it’s to polish
we slowed down
always further further
to sleep
have you noticed?
time got faster
here’s the wheel
while I invent it
one day we’ll be
a first day gone
a little fire
wings deciduous
I’m just climbing now
time forgot us
tricked past too
sleep the bones
wake the flesh
of the clock
death
is a best prediction
call that my shine
to see
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18.xi.24
a shoulder to the sky
who’ll see?
if drear then
in this wall of rain, the day
things dreamt
we must redouble
be just as dark with them
kind of a yearn
with without
come indoors, my mind
everything the rain will touch
takes up this little cross of sun
old worlds once wished
wished away
ask yourself
what can be fixed
even when we drop like flies
it’s all of us hold up
imagine ourselves along
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self revel
for wise surprise
to my ears this calling
sign the canvas before I commence
in memory of a mountain
we erase all selves to tell
because the mountain is losing its name
I cannot look but go again
telescopic too
a hammer in the works
a foot in each world
hidden for a clue
laugh off
as boat from mooring cast
self revel
sign before I start
never knowing but that one will
it’s a long away in the night where
have you noticed
always further?
I know I can
I know I will
I know that it’s all in my head
everything otherworldly is ours
wishing won’t make it so
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anonymous moments make
me
I take off my head to allow
eyes gone
I was, you were
it’s here for the dream
remember my other selves so
how who would land on me
who’d pop inside
a tune snatch for the weather
from pile of day to drip
the street
the night
its treetops
random as
rife
and size up
blunder through
lie out of prediction until
it’s all forever ever was
as far as I’m concerned
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15.xi.24
in the mechanical
world
not clockwork
that time is over
we called time
you won’t hear it anymore
things seem next to now
but it’s still we push beast to the plough
the ordure is all we can afford
imagine an island, frond fringed
of exile
come paddling the storm to see
it’s where we’re from
it’s where they’re gone
it’s who we have to be
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all these faces
the fish in the their dark deeps
an either side eye
the street as we remember
the mouth so meaning much
those done to dinner, the rest
now haunting homes
a truck front grin
or bolts arranged
one for another, as it were
and of the fire, the risk to look in
creatureful, in wild abandon
each as I live and breathe
because it is a world that’s lived
in clouds or up in branches
a boulder weight strain
in the eyes of the song
the window crow all beak
a kiss up close and personal
under the words, a skin of this call
to teach the truth of who we are
of what it is, this we
a tribe of them all wander
peace be upon us all
