9.ii.21
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2.40
a mirror in
the writing
tether end come to
fast cars and high foliage
take time in
acts beyond love
(see a self there
this is just for advice)
take wonders
swim in a stillness
sacred making
kind of an artist’s impression
gone to touch –
a step-through life
and here we are
in tripped light where
set rags to fire
come squirm on a genre
bring me
the great unworded gasp (!)
no furthest
a corridor along
well deeps
fancy
open in the air
find biscuits are nothing to bliss
a flag contains
the country, map
the people in the song
who
vote themselves again to be
so we, sausage in the sauce
(as advertised)
washed up on the mirror sea
all hunky dory for our fish
until the heart attacks
in soon next month not yet
no splash
bend to the shovel here
no furthest
keep beside ourselves
call this colouring in
tell me will you won’t
pick one thread
tug
and make a mirror too
peer in
brush out the teeth
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