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9.3.20
nooks and crannies
love to be lost
grows up around
it is a house half way
a welcome
this unworlding
slip into oneself in dreams
what could should have
where we’ve been
who built this city?
who drowns?
tell and
I will believe you
all lost things are there
and you and you
sway tilt
lean for bends
you’re carried
others are
cuddle up to
adrenalin’s other
tell on
in the old pyjamas of fact
here are the months days missed
no one else now
but you follow yourself in
slip away
sleep is in the story
no one is hiding
just let yourself in
step out of oneself in dreams
find the tended flower there
feel a chill
where lost to longing
feel the weight of the dream
its all nextness
storms and dark distraction
the ones named after crumble
but here’s eternity - a moment
no one inhabits here
all other days and nights in this
and took a dragon too
you’re the gift
all is given
plus four plus one
for love and deuce
see how the arrows fall
once I am hunted and make my own jungle
littler and littler so life returns
harmless now
was it not solid on rock?
castle we built turned out to be sand
then the tideline washed
this must be from where we depart
when there’s nowhere to go
love to be lost in the old pyjamas
eternity's that moment
none long enough to inhabit
slip into oneself in dreams
must be from where we depart
when there’s nowhere to go
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