19.6.20
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true vine
for gosbother
I become omen
lose the thread
my own adventure
it’s like luck lost
could have been any line
once I was a trick of light
tangle of old tunes
I become a secret charm
become the bones
bury my own
I touch a chord and strum
later dig
find the ass’s ears
I am the aum
truth light
get to be a hunch
residue like cordite
and dusting for the prints
I become compost, worm it, break down
travel to the top of the tree
branch out in the leaflight
I become another animal altogether
lose a word and others find me
I become an open book
ray of sunshine
become became
better than the thing I lost
and cannot name
I was a great leap forward once
made hammer and sickle starving train
then I was aghast at myself
wilderness wishes!
precious mettle
winter it
become a hibernant
crawl out
unhutch
I take the time
time takes me till
plough a dizzy field
orb spin
and web the ways between
I’m one thing and another
not the arrow though
I have fallen for old tricks
(guilt in the forgetting)
I took the land
and I was robbed
far enough back
we were all tree
the ancestors are legion
carve you up without blinking
and I was one of them
became trope
and quivered with
I floated cloud smoke
wisp away
I was carnival, a party – just add life
became a wishing trap
stumbled onto over myself
in the stacks
tripped under
I have been alone with this skin
and became a lost cause
buzzword
tangle am
was I the little bird led us – lark rise?
or else some insect snack?
made fish mid-Cambrian
I’ve been a secret
was long gone
then you opened at this page
everywhere but vanishing
so you have to guess
I’ve been a secret well kept
and mostly had to share
wasn’t I majestic to queen it?
a dog barked out of the screen
I was bitten by the bullet
so laid down these lines here
in the beginning
what was the word?
this I ends up no I at all
couple of first thing wallabies thud
tree down and hollow under
out of the picture stage left
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