3.2.20
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two poems
lost in a
night of me all what to do
open heart
down head
keep under keep
mirrors of trouble
time telling
be safe
where in the warning am I?
how many lives
in the dream to dream?
how many dreams in one life?
absent and vanished
so to say gone
still possessed
play among traces
eat this, drink this
droppings behind
much of me bung
still flowering
once waltzed
to a certain shape
out through balcony doors till
all of a nextness
and we must guess
so you have come to the fountain
and I’m still here or here again
how welcome for this little while
to wonder where who why I am
the waking’s where I’m lost
tell a tree
up
by its own legend
from fire
careless of the truth
trees are
still tell the tree
from sunshine, rain
on tiptoes to touch
and leaf it – stretch!
all green and flower
eye to lull
there is a sea of somewhere else
and breathes its way as well
melodious as hidden worlds
our centuries will take
by genius of it
once were the whole landed
under cloud
a crowd, like clan
fanfared
sky flung
thoughtless in knowing
from drought
leaf back
it’s like home went
and now it’s home
I call a tune to it
no common name
but drip and catch
come seasons briefly
trees make weather
tell
there friended
see every way out
look every way in
tree and takes the eye with it
all these untold
they are the imagination of wings
where else the limbs to light?
tell tree and deeper than listening
ants wander to the end of it
shoulder what they can afford
and turn around for home
.
how many lives
in the dream to dream?
how many dreams in one life?
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