#1035 - getting there

 

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getting there

 

sheer walls

of the slipperiest stone

 

a mist through which must make

climb, cling

 

sometimes you wouldn’t know which way

but sliding down back again

 

there are two of us

simple in a destination

 

you have to imagine the stairs

it’s mindful carve with what’s to hand

 

lovely branches up through which

it’s only if to reach the sky

 

lines fall away

you won’t find them again

 

but will the colours come?

there on the floor of the sea

 

is the place we always were

will it be a curse of light breaks?

 

once I was a flower

shall bloom again

 

in the least of lives

this fleeting

 

so far ahead of any clock

joyous to lie in the still