#658 - working the page up to light

 

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working the page up to light

 

a poem from cage Australia

 

walking till where have we gone

 

try deity biscuit

trick out the frolic whimsy

to fit

 

my toil caught tail

 

working to the page

where the city is almost

not quite

 

such simple sleight as

gentle magic

I must be

 

you’re on a path

stay there

which is not the one place

 

splash is an essential sign

and scratch till blood draws on

 

trench and push pen

these my spirits come

 

slept as far as the waking page

 

let a tree speak

in the forest of words

 

stray fit of them

often no one can read

 

the circle and the square

where we are

working the page up to light