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I like to go for a wander
make it a mystery trip!
no one knows where I go
least of all not …
anywhere, I guess
don’t you?
sometimes just in my head
come along…
let’s
often find the trouble of names
is not where I need to be
I like to go off
let the messages come
just follow a whim
in the picture out
on foot
or give me wheels
I do it on the page
do it in the screen too
I vast the canvas out for travels
roll out up and at ‘em!
here come the Furies
from the box
give chase
make haste
I cut and paste
sometimes go out like a light
many come after
few find me home
call it figuring
make an observation
(often inextensive)
and anytime
take head take heart
I like to lose the clock there
take it for a swim
distance does it
like to go there
and hang my hat upon horizon
stand back for the view
often one branch to another
wouldn’t wish to predict
but take a twig along in case
and sometimes have the words along
sometimes go without
I like the idea of a line thrown loose
it’s anyway you go
there’s always another language
nothing more precious than fight for the right
that nobody understands
I like to go where nobody knows
off for a wander
just guess!
say peekaboo!
I make a dotted line
later call a map
where will you find me?
I couldn’t, won’t, tell
with random abandon is how
lightning strikes me everywhere
just the way of things, I suppose
like nobody’s business, I go
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