#1203 - find myself

 

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find myself

 

sunward

wintering

 

curled up in a question hatless

the sky to speak

 

leaf it up

touch tongue

throw a shoot towards

 

where worship

 

in the flesh of wings

 

embrace

 

rewrite the walls

 

sing to believe

 

this thus

a little tickle too

 

all in gods’ good time

 

 

 

 

 

 

from…

 

 

and find myself

 

sunward

wintering

so hatless

 

curled up in a question

 

throw a shoot towards

leaf it up

cloud me out

 

here’s the sky to speak

storms, glass

 

celluloid inside

touch tongue

 

rewrite the walls

 

a planet flies over the net

 

let light

believe in me

 

anciently trees lay down

where worship

 

in the flesh of wings to

embrace

 

sing to believe

 

this thus

a little tickle too

 

all in gods’ good time