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invisible man
I am doing it for
posterity again
it’s just the two of us
now
selfless acts!
I push the work out of
my little orbit
resume dream from afar
all, of course, echoes
of the known, the done
I donate more words
pictures of nothing
I am unplanning an
afterlife
tune that goes like
this
posterity is a cruel
master
still billions and
trillions to go
the chances of revival
out here at the arse
end
of the spiral arm
have to be rated
exceedingly low
am I inimitable?
the invisible will
always ask that
for the time being, at
least
you know where you can
find me
we the gods of here now
how fragrant sweet
the flowering
night’s brink
bats do
birds will
hoofly so the track
in mulberry leaflight
too
put on beyond summer
so frogs sing
I’ll call it that
whoever comes to my
window
sees the world making
but wouldn’t need to know
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