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this is where we stand time still
some elephants run through my
head
drunk as the young often
a kind of weather
they are moving my cheese again
the treetops
fauna passing
this is where we stood time still
we were gone from the clock
altogether
dizzy with
so far so good so
this is where we stood
guessed skies
dared them falling
borrowed and beyond
in bones and in the one wave over
a day beyond itself
they are running through my head
the hoard, the herd
by careful word and come unbidden
where we begin to put back
together
they are hung out to dry
just in the paint where we are
thumb opposite
and left to light
poor creatures we all are
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