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pyjamas in the garden
hints rather than instructions
sing truth to me
for apparition
in a sunstrew
first lit beckon
breathe and stretch
let loose
bound
take day up here
like leaf mould trembing till with spring
be breeze between
come lighten
hear the distances
and bible up some wrath for weeds
be deity a moment now
and give the golden beam
wild of paws
come laughter
of flowers
stem bud twig
all choruses at an idea
and single file
much minded
who wings it
so namelessly
thoughtful
of the angle pitch thrust
air for granted
limb to land
with pathos in the fallacy
and who’s been sleeping in my bed?
green to soon shoot
all readiness and underbrim
waiting on the rain
in pyjamas till the garden
where we let the forest back
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