16.v.22
863
3.136
exilic
for the
dream catalogue
that yearning
for what can’t be got back
a cattle rolling green of hills
light within that day puts out
possum am
still unbegun
dew thick grass
mud under
it comes with a hunger in time
call it anxiety
here to wish
to wish a way back
where no track brought
and all the while this gathering
refuse it for a while
so say otherworldly
a growing light
where ours the limbs
and ours the foliage
still cling to a stillness
we are privately arriving
therefore gone
things brought us
and the heart comes back
beat at a time
we’re practising falling here
it must be the day out there
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