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21.2.20
man with book walking stops to catch lines
so many various the traces of am
fallen on the image fixed to light
and gone again
here’s the tree fallen
says was storm
fern flung of former rain
all kinds of creature were
they hover perch
make mantra
let them
among the singing
so many various
sink till idea set
someone caught an arrow once
before it came to harm
trap snaps shut
to say a net to scribe by observation
road already there ant slight
and here’s the blue up
higher than
where stairs
have led away
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