#1225 - this I

 

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this I

 

and brimming with it

there on a lost street

just as sudden

 

a moment to moment sayso

full of time and to be

 

this I an ache and bliss it

 

always on the lookout

now as far as ever

I

 

heedful of all skies that were

thrown, but as to light

 

I

elaborate contraption

modeled on old clocks

 

all traces in script

by meaning marred

 

and just the cup

to fortify a guess

 

steady unsteady

on these pins

a happy hunch

 

of further voices

arpeggio –

strings beyond the keys

 

sometimes obscure

as pass between

there on the unmade way  

 

a persistence

 

this me

done to, for

 

respect!

a kind of clouding

as many as I am

as us

 

sacred so

 

this my

and plant possession’s flag

name everything for it

 

a little star still falling

and even as we speak