6.ii.22
765
3.37
big fib
everyone came from a lie
it all had to be made up
a little nakedness, a wink
the usual suspicions
and walk into the weather
as if already there
everything is over now
climb down the tree
brand new
all prospects
of course they confected
imagine what’s not
and there you are
singing
it was an adjustment of facts
as now we go out to meet
or in the case of a form
as in guess what they want to hear
see touch
lost mazing
much wonder with
don’t look at me with your thousand eyes
I’m making this up as I go
anonymous planet
webs in spin of days
then there’s how the place is ours
who’s up in the sky
and best of all, there’s why
everyone came from a lie
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