23.viii.22
960
3.233
the stillness and the turning
for
sufferers of vertigo
the mesh
and steady on
see through
hold day lit atonal
as if life depended
and it does!
high hum of a sky for up
not everyone can feel this –
the bone to bone grind
spheres
sometimes sneeze awake
close your eyes
the worlds come
the kookaburra day’s out
there
it’s to trick apart
and how we love
the water with the wine
a zephyr on the cheek
go back
but here’s a wild revile
cough to be embodied
as if a message meant
when we ourselves are it
sun shifts
sleep’s last chance
the swing and the momentum
lost in the words of my way
find the dog ear
time’s either ended
must attend to all such
before there was anyone
living at all
first stars were blue hot
bigger than now
so far
so long ago
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