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desideratum
I want a window green
to look out
not so fussed what
who’ll say weed?
I want the sun to
fall
rain spoken
let them sing
I want a world come
in
or air and mere vacancy
an option on the
otherwise
insect insectivorous
no law but jungle
no clock but skin
a pile of years
and we’re on top
scratch of claw
pry beak
up bark up trunk
hold tight
it’s been a climb
to get so close
I want clouds for
conversation
continents of mist at
drift
I want a heaven blue
I want to take this
time