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we’re here to…
(teleology [boys’
own])
make up worlds
unword this one
here to cloud
knock the planets off
their courses
circulate a sun
mock system
make up lie to bed
be rude, occlude
we fashion windows
doors
to show so seldom
open
ever brinking storm
with fire
and call ourselves
the hope
here to play
not put the toys away
never to resile
but find an end in things
themselves
go gently in the
elsewhere yet
to be legend
in the bones
carry the chaos on
and easy over
though we must not
observe
here for a spin and
dizzy
tell secrets
keep them from
ourselves
to offer and to be
refused
to honey moon
see stars
a good time
do the darkening
like that
populate and perish
the wisdom of the
young
to populate and
perish
lie fallow
in mere wonder
to plot and foil
cook things up
and eat them raw
with bile and guile
and spite
we’re here to lend an
ear
call rain
and rest ye merry
if in light
cast shadow
name the hunches
and carry off spoils
be spirited
to tell the devil
and shame the truth
make it all up as we
go
to raise a sweat
and pulse and polish
(careful how to turn)
here for the doling
out
brink wisdom
mend and patch
purse lips
sip
be cast into the
chorus
catch flame, fly
and much admired
tree seed each
equally meant
come closer real
come closer
feed from my open
hand
we’re here
to read and to be
written
never to find out how
things are purposed
to guess a way and go
to blink and know we’re
gone
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