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today’s the day I’m not here again
for ghost writing
there’s such a vast expanse of it
just the one
I peer out from the unseen
and you might be missing too
it’s another day like this
all that’s left is habit
like the moon goes round
grows round
is it like this for you
not here but I am ?
calendar gone when we are
with without
things will go on just as they do
seed weed rise
it’s almost as if
today’s the day
we’re too far down in it to know
so far no one will find me
bring tidings of all a world away
let through like a breeze
no permission given, required
we who are nothing, now
salute
we must get on too
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