#918 - people know where to find me

 

12.vii.22

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people know where to find me

 

whose praise means nothing

do what I must

 

among the trees

to make me theirs

 

I speak of the body of course

fiddly thing

being a finite resource

 

find myself adjusting

remarkable persistence

 

this

war fire flood

the disease on all lips

 

have drawn a line under

even the young now old

and over it

 

you might think

chip away

in fact a pile is always higher

 

every day

more said

 

think midden of me

tell

 

who has the time to go back?

but where else?

 

at these rounds

reaching out like this

word after another

 

people know where to find me