24.v.21
509
2.141
make a fire
in my head
and can’t help it
you do
it comes from all these words so far
this rain has never till now fallen
I’m finding next corner to bright
I am more full of wonder now
than strange as where we’ve been
than ever
seasons
and what fool would name them?
a blast of vinyl yet - nostalgia
knee bent, more full of mock and light
all aches towards
I am more sure less bothered by
and civilize a whim
still fearful
not of dark
but space between
am more of a moment now
you too!
we each a force of nature
born from the course of all before
same soil and I grow down
nothing of the doctrine, only we observe
the I AM
breath this while
more full than ever of wishing to know
chock with the chosen truths and thirsting
I am more me than was
writing’s automatic
tickle and itch
immortal make so musing
by headfire and by heartstrung home
among my
these my
loves
and you’ll know who you are
catch on a certain dayslope, roll
aye aye and captain of the ship
creatures thrive upon me, in
this I so wonder-filled
still tug weeds and pick up sticks
mortal as any forever
I can afford more poison now
call upon winter here
toss battery to clock
am more skin
though still no map
a certain must and waft to tell
such wonders every way
this I coy of the endings
I am as much abandoned as when the tribe first
fled
and I, amanuensis, of the present place
with motley
am scribbled wit
is there a stranger bird?
the news is coming like as doom
time ticks by but have I heard ?
I take up a suite in the general gloom
find myself a favourite chink
I am more full of wonder now
than I have been
as child
as foreigner
as strange
as insect to the eye
I see it as a celebration
never stopped wondering
where
from
remember the face that I had
all others feel me, teach, they tell
I am changed to be always
more full of wonders now
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