2.i.21
368
2.2
the library in the garden
a garden and a library is everything
you need
– Cicero
more
scribble than print
edge
story dwelt
how
many?
nothing
en masse – in-trickery!
this
the uncountable world
told
to nonsense now
spill
of flowers at the door
stain
of sky unmade
come
still
and
wander
watch!
more
of a jungle today
up,
branches!
ark
it is and bear about
covenant
with self same
each
on the way
who
knows tomorrow?
thingly,
yet abstract
it
comes in all colours
sometimes
the radio resigns
time
to me again, ink witted
webbed
to the corners
there
are other languages too
here
roses need heads off
kings
and I to bliss
a
listen up
trickle
out of doors
for
many fled here
just
for their lives
let
glory
trance
of it
on
foal legs first
stars
as far
unsteady
creek
and cicadas
compete
for loud
clouds
have away with the moon
none
saw
curl
edges up there
page
some number in the hundreds
this
rain is its own unending
there’s
a certain shelf
in
an aisle draws light
here’s
ant along with moth and slater
bush
roach and…
where
else to shelter?
mouse
meet poison; poison, mouse
some
words just too high to read
here
in the garden in the book
I
grow myself
and
over me
must
make the quiet of it
a
tangle of the ancestry
and
anyone’s at home
vine’s
rhyme along will be a fence
the
many lost live this
hurrah!
with
them commune
from
certain secrets sealed
who’ll
tell?
next
year in Jerusalem they say
and
all sorts
wing
it
hear
them out there?
whipbird
and bower
all
fat on the worm bubble rain
too
much!
and
so retreat!
still
here
too
many leaves of grass to look in
the
yellow springs, blessed isles
we
go to the worlds
flow
like glass with centuries
of
who we were
how
now
and
are
nothing’s
like anything else
but
is
all
in
just
a body
among
such
no
other else required
wild
nights sealed
and
crossings out
hands
up
who
will remain?
the
unit is the page
and
time
chit,
fold, tear
this
crafting of the all-before
a
very private thing
under
every bushel, screed
bleak
tablets
finer
and finer print
some
go into the book bright
as
found back in the day
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