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my favourite words
come touch
cloud
stream
stone
still
press me sky
and take leaf from
have heart at
tell!
tendril it till
loose the river
in the running
lose tangent, arc
come
crossings
crossings out of course
call clock to beat its wings
be at it
in the drift
by book
picture this
go in
ink up
ant on map
misted
by streets
track grown ragged
gone to bush
bash
day let’s say
moon struck pale
with bluer in the after rain
then
bees fly in
dream still
mood painterly
as if
somewhere round
catch me climbing
ladder and hill
garden orchestral
bright!
up bubble
joy in this reflection
a chimney for the whales
but maze me
voice at it
some certain creature spun
play dizzies
anybeast at home!
and where birds breeze
a pocketful
shelter in tree
shade me
play
everyone’s already there
so lit !
so sing
never run out of tune
come blind about a phrase
shield sun
from every buried inkling
fade
did someone mention ghosts?
lest we forget
in the long rhyme
flesh in the deeps
swim shallow too
christmases of insect
thing marked with a question
yes, thing again
the blind machine
is never blinking
a breath and vanish
waves, shame, tribe
the banquet in pyjamas
the weather run out inside
please green
and close my eyes
imaginary country
heavens as well
hear tanks fill
flowers blown
a roof of
night!
all the parts of the house in my head
never twice
have I forgotten skin?
shine! sphere! toes!
my favourites
hidden and secret are home
danger, dismantle, wheat, loaf
air as empty as
there aren’t the bibles for such a fit
truth in a cauldron
here’s mud in your eye
to bother gods
damn it
must first put the finder through
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