Saturday, 19 February 2022

#778 - into the bright and not far

 



20.ii.22

778

3.51

into the bright and not far

 

my will be

seesaw

 

the bladey grass

the whiskey grass

the wind all through paspalum

 

into the bright

and day wore down

 

puppy following for treat

skin infinite

the dance gone

 

my life a mirrored hall

moss and lichen rise

 

just a dream where we meet

this other world

and someone says

once I had a head

 

everything known recedes

 

to the after world

 

the outer inner

next and last


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