12.vii.21
557
2.192
in a blue maze of beyond
once in a while
on a ladder up
part with speech for
here
I make an area
draw line, scratch
become a border, slip
shape to lose a self in
grey boxes of inkling
on
fight against the wheel
the pattern and the
unexpected
instruct myself just about
here
in a wordfall, gone
selfless, something
lost
throw in some blue sun
too
(porridge moment –
winter socks)
later the pencilling
here is an age of
science
there my basket of
griefs
things fall out of my
mind
scatter here –
more pictures of
nothing at all
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