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invisible thinking
ekphrastic
for Hilma af Klint
they too, so secret,
grow
to love from love
a flower key
where other worlded
won’t call planets
but how else?
dove and swan,
prefiguring
found mirror deeps,
found heights
light, dark
spirit and touch
it’s easy to be led along
I take the signatures
of angels
fern unfurlings
swim of aether up
moss, woods
and the cool
habitation
call them all to
should you fall to
someone is up through
the flowers
from pastel undersea
waves Moominalmost
travels in the letter
weather in the map
hands guided past
dimension
long winters to work
it’s all without
looking to see
I think some have the
colour of bone
footsteps trick
what’s another word for
hearts and moon
things serpent circle
the underflesh
forever expressed
wings of a long since
feather fall
sputnik goldnesses
a prism trill
see propellers too
midsummer fans
miniatures, majuscules
orbits pebble and grain
we only have the
punctuation
there is always a vanishing
risk
a trip through the
books
this life and what she
did
gyre lit
effortless and
automatic
make up a wall
go back
conchrise – call a
passion
I call it a place of
work
curlicue planes of
sharp drawn breath
no habit but the lived
line
no colour but a spirit
grief
who ever asked to
believe?
solen
månen
jorden
how the heart comes to
this wave in the grass
the head gives up its
height
the point
the veil
brief arrow
so far struck from
meaning
but Christmas came to
the tree lit
the old ascents serve
all this guessing to be
it’s play of scale
a temple of where we
are
nor will it matter why
without the mad colour
no truth
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