#264 - come from another language

 

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come from another language

 

call it all a dream

yours, I believe

ghosts shone before

 

in colour

this country lacks

 

then here’s

a moment in the sun – new moniker

and was it all where my words were when

 

but no one remembers me there

 

once must have spoken tree

and before that

 

from an old not-quite-forgotten song

words chosen here and there

it was push on

slip from the list

make a face

be known

 

came from another language

where no one would notice at all

grin, bear

 

scratch at some fact and dig

phrases closer once

fine print in the clauses

 

this was a gathering of antics, tribe

 

tricks like this such as we speak

gone to the gone-ness

 

I am you too we are

now borrow beg

 

of course all nonsense

make up stuff

 

I kingdom up the dust

and bible it for truth

carry on as if inventing

 

rooms for the tune

and all unwitting

I smooth out the tongue

 

come from another language

I am on my way

to one