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getting there and getting around
staircases, ladders, bridges
and doors
everyone’s on the way
there’s always half of half
the journey
let’s not forget blink of an
eye
nothing here won’t shift
it’s shallow wading sky or
swim
they say the steps are teeth
all of them point up
all of them go down
gates and come along, too
late
xylem, phloem
take the lift
a pale breeze sun
a see through tree
or simply shimmy trunk
ants do
top of the scale, change key
here’s a cupboard of cloud for
hide and seek
as many up as once a foot
when the forest was complete
it’s a mirror and all walk
in
or come by storm
so many colours to climb
others have another name
for the feint ruled page
we’ll leave where it is
one goes to the sky
in such dreams as these
but best is
falling
up
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