1.i.23
1096
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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