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13.iii.23
4.72
practising
the dark
a stain and ache foretelling
greatness for a tune in my head
because you know I might be one day
the flabby dark, all brink
night just
make traffic, be meagre
dark rings where
it’s step by feel a way to
it’s trip the ache
and still mind’s eye is
symphonic, deafens
the healing dark of dreams
the womb light come again
still restless as the will
and wake to it where I go
it is of heart
it’s why I’m practising
no one can see me count
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