#662 - the wonder of where

 

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the wonder of where

on Bizet’s birthday

wild as my hair

 

 

always woken to

I am

till one day

webs in the path

just a heart’s throw

day itself singing of distance

   delight!

 

and anywhere really

though there are hells

in head, out

some tell them on

 

some go to bed as with no hope at all

that was never us

(not often)

 

snake in its beautiful travels

all judgement strewn

where simply are

as if a voice for

 

inktrail cloudscape

so much image of screen

and humble to a fault

who else?

 

breeze through heart

bring with

 

I am one of the

where you’ll find me

follows the clues

till limbs of stretch

and won’t be lifeless long

not me!

 

tell leaf

from wing

brief flight

strew questions

practise haunting

 

the weather comes round

my legs and licks

 

all of this under a hat

you could say

 

I, event

so you too

 

rub the trick

come candle

for a furling

another kind of music now

find go to woe

a rough

 

flimsy and grim

midden me later

 

these are the words

of another language

else otherwise how here?