#1049 - when I speak to myself

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when I speak to myself

for ghost writing

 

and sometimes stern words

like this, as if in prayer

 

mere echo I am

gave free will away

 

longer and longer gone

far beyond belief now

 

still go where the voice one went

in socks you must imagine

 

or not even that but

some colour like the nectar draws

 

so know

a picture is vast in its needs

 

or when I was a wordsman

out hunting for some truth

 

stars as bright as my day too

there’s a lot of forgetting goes into this

 

and more like paradise than was

(heavy in the tread – two hooves)

 

take all of nature in

just try it!

 

turns out it was always in you

you were always a part