#1048 - think of me

 

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think of me

for ghost writing

 

you could

call it a kindness

 

I wouldn’t know

 

much the kookaburra’s range

 

make energy of pure delight

 

as one who is not

in the sense of no longer

think of me

mist in slippers

no one in the mirror now

 

but everywhere

or anywhere

what’s the difference now?

 

the one who needs no gumboots

floater

the wall through flit

dancer in empyrean

aether other

 

think of me

gardener at last

nothing touched

 

pen like a plough

once and still

 

read the furroughs overgrown

the gone one

dell and glide

 

goanna up a tree

 

think of me

a pile of time

beat so thin

think of him

as lost

as lonely

in a dream

 

think of eternity

and soul

arrive at the puzzle I am

 

consider the past for an excuse

pardon my haunts

 

see through

 

as if I were and once

 

with you

after life

as in the fond refrain

just as far as you can see

 

I know that this world is distraction

won’t you please think of me?