#825 - sudden

 

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825

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sudden

 

and one finds oneself

surrounded with the poem

 

there isn’t a road or a story to here

you won’t remember the dream

 

but the feeling

(no two moments)

 

tangle and catch

haul higher

so and see

 

it’s a voice from the page

off the wall in the sky

 

take the beanstalk ladder

next stop

forest in the rain

cessation of hostilities

 

a periscope headsup

 

come to the well

for star deep

shine

however

 

the roof is gone

and the walls fall away

we ourselves ghost it

 

it’s by heart have to go

tuck your head under

dizzy as

one’s life inasmuch

 

and sudden like the music

if you will see

 

poem is all that there is