#2456 -- often there will be no way back

 

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often there will be no way back

 

not that can be found

 

now that the animals are all known

 

find yourself still warm, brisk out

 

puddles of light here there

 

frequently map’s torn, else cannot be read

so much dust, it’s buried or it burns

we never had one

 

feet will not reach the pedals

you’re in the back seat anyway

 

fact is you’ll not know who’s whom

done to and doing?

 

we have guessed to be here

 

it’s what you know, never twice the same

 

veranda view, splinter from the rail

 

as if always just around a corner

but no one has spoken

 

feet fly, that’s it, we’re all pursued

 

that was the easy part

 

we name the stars far beyond seeing

#2455 -- one is always wishing an inch back

 

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one is always wishing an inch back

 

I was someone else there

 

back into the mist

as far as there is no longer

 

taken by a shark

or

snake in a hollow best left

 

you may think you were hardly there at all

but a civilization grew up all around

 

one is always wishing a way back

to go again

to turn a world around

as if it wouldn’t by itseld

 

you were I was

someone else back then

 

each to own devices

 

one has to have read this far

 

as if everything were there before

one merely had to live

 

not so much the words

as the laughter

 

the human breath for a swamp of contagion

 

I set off a wilderness when I go

#2454 -- walk and the lines will come

 

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walk and the lines will come

peripatetic musing

 

there was this one day

            and nothing

some days are

 

went round

and a thud

march fly in my almost ear

advice!

 

it was like a road run out

clock spun down

there’s a pile of something gone under

 

knew I was wishing myself away

 

filing cabinet full of soil, falling

the leaf strew roof

who’ll sweep?

 

it was everything improvised, rust

the grass grew

you could see it

 

knew that I had gone too far

 

timber in the ground like tooth rot

it was waiting for a storm to break

when the heat keeps pouring on

 

had to think

no better way

 

a page fell out of the truth just then

I knew

 

walk and the lines will come

one then another to follow

 

steps out of the dark

 

#2453 -- what's love to the machine?

 

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what’s love to the machine?

 

old song plied by the Algorythmics

setting of a soppy poem

 

who knows what it is to be unplugged?

 

and that must never never

 

say what if not who but what?

 

a chill?

and what’s the maybe rain to them?

there is no world indoors

 

and some of necessity

all life was brief

 

when this one flames and fizzles

plug in another star

#2452-- right back at ya

 

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right back at ya

for those who have ignored me thus far

a messianic moment

 

 

we seem to be managing

 

nice of you to ask

just kidding

 

all these years

and in far corners

who have hidden themselves

under another rock altogether

 

were there looking for a spark there?

 

what are these things – heart and soul?

 

if you’ve never been near my armpits

let alone crotch

just kidding

 

except to say the package is embodied, feels

 

ethereal yet

I myself have lain in the moss, hot summering

else high hammocked in the lower sky

 

think fondly of those who never knew me

ages benighted for instance before

 

where was salvation for them?

 

really what I want to say is

this arrangement has worked well for us thus far

 

please do carry on

#2451 -- morning

 

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morning

 

and first past the glass

the cows for entertainment

they shine with a breath of sun

tumble the valley across

with eyes of awe

and kindly so

 

find my irrelevance

 

open a few doors and windows

 

then there’s a headsup for my sky

 

catch myself at a heartbeat again

 

I’m watching the trees go up

 

won’t you?

 

#2450 -- from my list of miracles

 

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from my list of miracles

 

nostalgia for the trees

 

remember how they’d bend and sway?

bud and twig outfurling?

 

friends!

remember the climbing up

flit, perch

the gathering of rain to shade

 

of fallen sticks

a winter

a little fire to gather paws

and back to, eyes up, there’d be stars

nights of an owl out hoo

the glider’s unrepose

 

no one yet knows

how they were possible

 

the whole of the house was just this

 

it was hello everyone first light

the shining of the sun through leaf

ants and others all along

a hollow secret sap

 

it’s almost as if

I can still hear the singing

can still smell this sweet breath

how time would never pass

and still the day went up