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30.ix.20
they have come
breathe the thing in
too many for the
naming
yet I call friends
and with them
the feeling of to do
go away and things
happen
that’s nature for you
almost October still
in a jumper
I have seen the mind’s
eye
spears of fire
and pinch myself
are we hearing their
side of the story?
a forest in the
garden grew –
this moment’s
inattention
I bite the end off of
the carrot
I peel off the carrot’s
little hairs too
a doddle
consider the power of
things to be
how no one can know
where that’s from
or whether a why will
be permitted
must not say as if
thought
(a little solips
there)
find a way through
the words
as ever
just our way with the
world
stroke we
they are come
and delight is to
watch
everything better
with age
the song and dance
has to have dreamt so
far as now
we vanish from the
time of it
cosmos something past
the counting
deictics
turn to an instrument
and tune
and let the notes
they have come
shall we say
things go back
now lit without the
words
just this idea
itself aware
we’re hidden from
ourselves
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