#686 - day winged

 

 

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day winged 

 

and I, afloat

from the dawn dusk head

wispily tricked up

 

day is singing

and I fetch the map

 

on the foggy deck

with brink and skysill

 

so many never

get off the ground

 

hours accordion spread

arpeggios of them

 

come by chance

to all this

 

I am my own phenomenon

 

far art

is breathless to see

bold to be

 

stretching to the river bright

an always afternoon

 

a wink

a wayward eye

for fancy

 

night swims

and fetch the trouble out

 

I see what’s never been seen

I tell

it’s how a religion starts

 

there is another path

and we’re not on that now