24.vi.21
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2.172
planning to live forever
has to begin today
by the book
camp pyjamas on the
line
here and now I mean
long list
(shall I refer you back
to the bucket?)
the dead are visiting
us
unfed in the dream,
unkempt
it’s all light in this
very place which isn’t
(the arrow fallen, the
atoms limp)
but the dead have let
themselves go
ugly statues, know no
shame
it was writhe and
wriggle out
all excuses
as if they survived the
catastrophe
forget them!
catastrophe survives
in an hour like ours
with the wheel invented
roll and spin
some things live
forever
o – why can’t I be?
come to the game of
self
Lethe deeps
for just an obol
shade eyes
choose your any day
tilt and start again
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