#950 - in my little forest

 

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in my little forest

for ghost writing

 

all self

one and another because

forget the next last

follow along

songs of a far lyre strung

 

we maze it

skies down around the ears

 

trip up a ladder

dig

so toasty thin

 

am present to the poem

as it falls about me

 

lift

wondrous and heart filled

 

I vanish

a self so far

 

another year has passed

just here

 

where shadow –

it’s as the sunlight says

 

banish me this

won’t you