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not a bot
(entrapment)
it’s only money they want this time
eyes in my head
after the dark
they know’s there
they put it
here, type this
or if you’re blind
it’s the they – this that
where’s trust today?
no more than gathered dust
it was an institution
we leaf out
they say it’s the last heatwave of summer
like hope
but then fear was our range
those were the days
it’s just that we’re each a statistical fact
I live at the edge of the weather
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all
for a song
uncalendrical
your guess
they are first with the sun
for a conjure
so flit and somewhere soar
tangle the air in their time’s
faster
between leaf of skies as
blue
as yet to fall
bearers of twig
who knows what hunch?
all ways now lit
tree’s down
then dance
outnesting
carry as season on into next
home of lice and less
fearlessly aerobatic
all hearts with them away
your guess
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a mind
is made of elsewhere
at other times
at all times
and everywhere we are
it’s everything till now
mind is
best foot forward with
and even without
say selfless
it’s from otherwise
from far
from words and ways unknown
it goes on
as it always was
mind won’t remember
beginning
you won’t even know when it
stops
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exquisite
detail
intricate the tracery
of scat made off to ant lair
leaf fallen apart
someone smaller than seeing
has
all in
real time
rising from the nest
to bright
leaf tumble at a stillness
that, too, borne away
there’s my world
tree by tree
scratch by bark
I live in a midst
I say valley
I hear road
the thing is settled now
walk into the grey of rain
all the old names are lost
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17.ii.26
it’s in
the dell
I have chosen where I will haunt
like you’d imagine the
farmer to rhyme somewhere
of course it’s hypothetical
I choose the bright I’ll glimmer
in
there will be no barking
no all day dog next door
I’m deaf then
world is out of counting
so many shades of grow
around
leaf tumble at a stillness
I will stand for the rain
there is nothing quite like
it
to have been here
is always to be
the moment is eternity
that’s the way it’s done
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16.ii.26
a hole
in the day
and see through to others
all hearts wring there
on the wallaby
follow
clouds in my way
and peer in
a destiny!
clock running off
I wouldn’t call door
not give the lintel
it’s like a mirror
till sun takes a shine
know how not why
hole spins
makes like a world
who’ll see?
the others do
see to what we’ve become
I never remember
just told all the way to
here
where day’s stain seeps
another side the same
which least wings float
through
nor give a second thought
slip away
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a tree
is fire
and lines rung up
is a song and come on the
breeze
scratch signs
lives so arrayed
tell the claws along
first and last
all night’s there
every web spun
make midst of a clearing
gather skies in
from seed furl
from dawns done
it blunts the axe of mind
there is the story I’m
telling
there is the here of it now
a tree is fire
we ring around
here’s our compass still
