1211
26.iv.23
4.116
woke
on alien day
woke up forgetting
miracle meant for
off on adventure
a hoot and fling and far
on alien day
to otherworld it
shine this morning
just where we are
wake to an accidental map
worry the old bones out
burnish and cloudburst
socks to hang
the day from scratch
I must appreciate myself
(dirty job but)
meanwhile continue to flee
heading for any border or coast
eye out for foretelling
keep trying to take off this hat
pass it on
but more and more rabbits come out
night was cardboard
where it cut out
woke up dreaming breathless
and roll the world again
a fragment breaks off here in day
glitz
don’t know what I’m letting go of
only that it’s gone
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