3.3.20
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fear of abstraction
first salvo or notes towards
what cannot be put into words
outlives all that can
conceive eternity an eye
there isn’t another for it
still, see out see in
sun or underleaf
between me and day
or lines
the flimsy hour of yoga
in almost gone light
close to lost
own dark tangled
for all the journey worlds are
step out of the truth a moment and sing
that was why fell far from the tree
as if a theft had for respect
nation – army, flag and arms
coin sung to wear away
here am
and otherwise no deal
there are no pictures of the place but
a ladder falls away with steps
that was why
clouds of hope past thinking in these
signal is shifting
attune
itch where bit
yes these are instructions
(re-visitings)
and try to get away with it
the one who comes to the window
beaks it, always beginning
wordlessly as
glass darkens through
symphonic for a laugh lament
must we unadorn?
guilt for what I’ve done I the dream
fur for protection
no one can land
keep the blood inside
running, flag it
atone
you will have noticed
the moment is always gone
(effect of saying so)
so every one is several
every several had to be
words are where we went
an art is not to say
far away they knew me
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