1.i.23
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4.1
two poems to welcome the year 
poem for the un-here 
for peace
for love 
for all that 
go on as we 
wish to begin 
ticks
over into this then 
where
we might have slept on 
                               and some did 
but
for the persistent 
time
is a policeman to move us along 
asks
‘where are you off to?
‘where
are you from?’
out
of the backward abysm 
roll
over into
think
of the gone now too 
how
I will go down where the wallabies lie 
there’s
deep well of time to be
set
sail by bed or bathtub
I
dreamt a fold of paper’s flight 
it
was as real as we 
read
on
eyes
always into the infinite
just
happens to be where we are 
now
in next year
which
was tomorrow 
here
we are today 
go
gently 
gently
go 
portent
for
dream diary 
it
was just out of the dell 
upslope
on
the way to the studio 
edge
of the clearing 
this
piece of paper 
rubbish
but
flat 
still
dry despite the weather 
one
might have bent to enquire 
but
it folded itself up into wings 
just
like that, an instant 
large
insect, little bird
and
it took off on its way 
I
just wanted to tell you that 
most
natural thing in the world 
 
 
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