#2366 -- a list of things that cannot be known

 

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a list of things that cannot be known

 

where will I dream?

who will they be?

 

the hidden script, still undeciphered

 

the relevant deity

 

the names of undiscovered stars

 

creature in the wall

 

what stumble next

 

the weather if

 

loose numbers in the book

hollow then – those hills and hecatombs

 

dice roll, coin flip

 

what make of cloud and shaped how

 

our madman’s next whim

 

what gift or bribe

 

how blood’s up

our next war

 

how it feels to be finished with asking the questions

 

and tomorrow –

will I be sitting here, asking the same questions

 

will we be as far in the dark?

 

how many worlds as round as ours

how many as fucked up

 

#2365 -- least of days

 

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least of days

 

midwinter smoke and sun towards

pick up my pace for Mercury’s sake

 

a wild warble yet

ripple shadow shown

pond steaming

 

and look to the trees for breakfast

 

everything solidest now

tin’s sharp

you couldn’t kiss this sky

 

but look up now while it lasts

no blue’s as blue as this

#2364 -- as page is my canvas

 

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as page is my canvas

 

let day be spread

 

I have a fence of words here

 

let light to purpose fall

 

writing into the blank

 

all at pace

 

if catch my drift

 

listen for the singing

 

so write out a list

patch out

 

all corners bright

 

as sky’s my blue

I set to sea

 

as far abroad as

wave me off

 

I’ll make an ocean of this mind

 

let lines meet

 

picture it!

just as I’ve thought

 

signed before a word is said

 

the blank’s just where we are

 

how would you describe your trap?

how do you like it there?

give it a name?  could you?

 

I keep a window open

 

so many sheets all aflutter

 

join these dots

a what’s for

 

dash about like a mad thing

 

come from nothing

back soon too

 

is it like that for you?

#2363 -- we are all lit

 

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we are all lit

Rousseau ekkie

we are all lit 

even snout to the ground

 

here to be

so singing

with without the words

 

it’s as ever

must have been before

 

even dark of dream we are

 

sap runs a little ladder up

 

imagine the first eye

and the first sky

 

before we ever took a step

 

a jungle tamed the heart

#2362 -- sitting for the dark

 

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sitting for the dark

ekphrastic for Daniel Boyd’s 2016 ‘ (FS) untitled’

 

a face is from seeing

hands have held

 

in a thicket

last of it

 

there is time

and no time passed

 

we’re gone

they are here

 

now listen!

 

seed and leaf and twig

 

sitting in the dark for the dark

only a moon to show 

#2361 -- a tree grows into a church

 

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a tree grows into a church

ekphrastic for Roy Kennedy’s 1999 ‘untitled’ –

Police Paddock Mission, Darlington Point

 

a tree grows into a church

grows out of a tree

grows clear through my head

grows a cloud

 

house crooked as our road

and so chimney only wisp

 

a winch for what?

 

the mulberry brainwash

 

commit the paint to memory

 

this is all against the rules

#2360 - it's on the spot

 

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it’s on the spot

ekphrastic for Georgia Szmerling’s 2026 ‘reflection of pond with nature’

 

pretending stillness

called to hours

 

how a sky blooms

all to a frame of rain

 

one cannot call the colours

but here’s a beak, an eye

 

and the creatures

come grief upon rise

 

we are all hiding

you won’t find any of us now

 

you won’t find anything here