23.xi.20
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two poems
spectacular
to be
for godsbother
here now
alive and all perceiving
concerned for
someone else must care
the past from which we dream now
strange languages come by
see yourself at it
mirror or not
a sky edge to
future vanishing as fast
time took to us
alive, all perceiving
a garden in my wilderness
and it consists
from somewhere
gauge temperature, humidity
mood, a turn of stars
and really just us
all entities proceeding
the looking out
and after of me
own two feet and spring !
just ask
though habits form from
over the tripwire
and elsewhere meant
might think that you’ve imagined it
but I don’t buy that lark
feel one world
suspect the others
I’ll ink it out for you
just thus
no sure
no certain knowledge
but that we’re here for now
live until
we don’t
for godsbother
come touch tell
it’s everybody’s story
look ahead back
go breathless
it’s once in a lifetime!
imagining the world stops
that’s just one habit of a clock
think of the flying islands
ropes and pulleys tear along
time in its polished glass and drip
below beyond a threshold
then leavings are taken to season
no need for concern about that
never from ashes or until dust
how long?
so close
death comes
never notice
is it the spiral decline
or come for revelation?
take light to the top
straight as a tree is not
but here’s the way we’re back
pain ends if we do
no god-floaties
a river to the sea
and after that
you wouldn’t know
you wouldn’t feel a thing
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