4.ix.20
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in a silence made of wonder
cloud seen
come go
here we are
touch
and the roundness again
orb over
surface spun out
wink
not a stillness
anywhere ever
gone moon, stars
in the turning
and far
all up with the rain
and this is time’s passage
things look like a clock
but are not
hand over
sense over sense
all intuit
it’s where day went
come drip
round moment so
that’s where we wonder
hush, dry
dim and lit
how is a part of the puzzle missing?
is there a question at all?
but just now…
gone!
all the tree up
distraction is these wheels themselves
take to the track, climb
never catch
breath of this world
is mine
where
the roundness comes
round again
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