23.ix.20
265
bitter twist
may be right and I may be wrong
know yll never miss me when I’m gone
am
forgotten now
have been
you feel
the creep of it
(poison of
time, ongoing)
to say
at least long
coming
I have
been collecting myself
thoughts and
all
(these
leavings)
complicate
my maze
and leave
an echo run
reflect
diamond in
the leaf borne drip
was first
a conjuring
(take
rhythms of presence to heart)
garden full
in blossom
vine took
to the trees
goes for
city, country, world
but feel
it most myself
and when
the prize was mine
would
shine
now am
self-entombing
and built
a year for it –
hide here
frog to
bog
just a
word
nothing to
write home now
absent the
line where we sign
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