21.viii.20
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in the garden of where I am
only a dream to the
other world
a slap up weed high
undersky
paint over shone so
diamonds of the after
shower
great glow
and we’re home
where in the world
will anyone
seas of now wash up?
I halved the hour
split the minute
in the garden of
where I am
you too
many happy returns
a crash through piano
how friendlessly we
guess to prayer
in this forest walk
till trees are more
nights too
stars of the fable
still shine
ask – was I a force
of nature (?)
often dance so no one
will know
and are you paying
attention?
the world’s too fast
for bliss
multiple choice
once there were
precious things
now nothing matters
very little of the
world left
and still chip away
it was Spring there
whet the whistle
a night much woken to
not choosing
always all the above
festive and why
catching up
to and fro
I am the vessel of
instance
I carry
for charity
pass, in
conversation, by
thing called
consciousness
far in the head, too
far
some surfeit say
detritus
it’s in another world
I hear the fire take
off
it’s an ear in the
wind
and know all
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