#947 - mind's eye

 

10.viii.22

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mind’s eye

 

and the body tricked

not to be more but enough

 

I am always coming to the day

from the day

 

waking night of the most

a universe constantly expanding

 

come in, quickly and quietly

and later, hands on heads

 

I take my cardinal directions

I and the stillness

wake to the worries

 

everything inspires me

 

everyone would have liked

to have been someone else

 

last night’s rain is still falling

 

it’s all as if

documents ready

I’m about to pass across

 

I get up on my own wings

hear those little dinosaurs sing

 

someone just has to say the word