10.vii.22
916
3.190
not
bad
what we built in the dream
(deeds forgotten there)
it was an end of the road
between forests
and here amid the weather
everyone lived in the wall
while it lasted
dim awry
so much supposed
as far from city as we have fled
come kilter for me thus
spread tongue where silence sits
and throw some sun in now
happens again and again
we forget
just where it’s coming to light
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