1143
17.ii.23
4.48
fixing
it all
something is always up
the sooner or later
will need to be fixed
the power, the water
the walls, the roof
one leans into
a journey purposed
thing under another
someone is eating our house
winged or one wonders
to rise as from flame
somebody wants to blow it away
call it a lightbulb moment
something is always up
words are sinking far into the page
it’s up to us
by hook or by crook
surviving by luck
as far as we are
I can no longer see what I’m doing
I put my glasses on
at the end of the line
where I live
I mean here at the end of time
just as far as we’ve got
something’s up
and will we everlast it?
to turn around catastrophe
get selves into midst
and if there are other worlds to spin
and the day runs out?
must deal with my enormity
I am so very small
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