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the finitude
for godsbother
trumpets announcing shed
the century of tin
brim tanks
there’s only so much holds
splash up
come solid
rain stands the walls
why where else?
up grey
in mulberry deeps
by thunder
that’s a bolted blue
and spill the tricks
will we be bitten?
if it please the court
show some flesh
they’ll come
call fever
I would fly from harm
and who’s that in the lyrics now?
spiral up done
well beyond the half time siren
(a darkening of woods)
often they’ll ask
‘is it enough?’
billionaires I mean
who already have the funds for forever
world waiting me out
world wins
not the puff
stars blinking
what do they know?
coming up the path then
shadows and steady
how fellow few we are
feel on your face where the web was
not seeing beyond may yet be far
but live to know trees
bigger
already it’s an afterlife
still in tune with
and frequently go out
channel bills, bower birds
some lesser, say a wagtail
to its faster world
someone has to live in the wall
time is where we were
could touch it once upon a time
consider a point of light towards
nothing left of the ever after
come spin
but be so minded
never to give a damn
measure it in distance, years
of a pilgrimage
we go to the music
we don’t come out
the greatest thing ahead of me
it there higher catastrophe
than hybris?
have to ask the gods
and drunk on speed itself
come blind around a bend
that’s this world every time
who’s counting?
the bodily stone
(longer to come on)
everyone home
feels you
I live in the biscuit
consider a pie
and fell to me like kisses
I was always an open book
more than you would care to read
if all the things written were dreamt
there wouldn’t be the worlds for it
but
I was the busiest one in the room
so got everything to do
it’s here we tend the dead for instance
and it’s no more than that
these miracles believe in us
that’s the why we’re here
not everyone can remember the words
but it goes something like this
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