21.viii.21
597
2.232
lost and found
this is the
thing between us
sleeping and
waking
the going
and the coming home
between
tongues
words touch
between
clouds and trees and days
midden of
whimsy
maze of mirror
tricks
fingers and
the toes afoot
exegetic in
the maze
between the
known and the nameless
truth and
the beautiful lie
between the
past and what’s to be
…
find me
find the
place
just where
(hide and
seek myself)
on certain
staves
the
prisoned notes
eyes wide
now
counting
over
pyre of me
frisk the
ashes
between us
what we
make on the way
it’s all in
the translation
where we are
lost and found
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