#1039 - up

 

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1039

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up

 

in birdlight sung

here in the great page of day

all up with

 

knowing where to go

by what means

 

glorious, and the tracks gone under

we just let them away

 

wander with the words

and scratch

who’ll say life’s more?

 

nothing detracts from the leap of the flea

 

nothing gets in the way of my art

                                 except

anywhere could be beginning

the all-to-do thereof, all was

agenda and caveat, codicil

 

I call the enabling to account

 

consider the high roses

rambling where?

 

nothing gets in the way of the godsbreath

it’s in each and deep

 

nothing distracts

a world from turning

 

neither the clock nor the ache

 

but a little bird sits in the tree

and takes me from imagination

into this world as you may see

 

there’s nothing to sneeze at here