13.i.21
379
2.13
I shine the eyes with day
and
wonder how the others do it
here
let’s
under the wheels once more
a
world turn
guess
the next chord
yes,
know they must
I
trim my whim with voyaging
with
tales of whence and why
far
and far away
it
floats my do-so
I’m
not done
(wreckless,
just as yet)
throw
limbs to stretch first thing
bright
sails of a summering shone
I
draw a fine line over under
otherside
the page
do
night in dreams
outfold
a flower
catch
fresh confusion at
and
sometimes wear the time away
stare
clocks down
forgetting’s
best
and
underfuck
broad
breathless grin
it’s
lovely looking up
zoom
in
ablute
after
snooze
we two
I
vanish in the writing there
fresh
up
go
take a running jump
paper
cracks, lopside
make
moment henceforth
ask
me how
and
thunder
I
take a destiny or three
sweat
drop to ink and up
as
pigeon better dove
high
heaven for a stink
then
grimace
I
polish my socks with the floor
and
scour the sea for signs of love
play
possum sometimes with them
not
a peep
point
finger
cast
my arrow
things
bounce back
cut
glass
haunt
here
often
lay me with the words
or
cavalier with beer
and
leaf it over easy
mend
the friend
I
fend a trend with tricks
often
up to old
a
rollick in the hills of rhyme
a
vanish in the thick
hide
under a bushel
light
tunnel ends
it’s
the fight keeps me upright
and
throw such questions to a wind
or
otherwise
press
buttons
wind
you up
chuck
to caution
carry
on just as you say
must
we not all to bliss with much?
I
sing to my planet when no one can see me
or hear… when out of
touch
so
shine the day this way
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