#1227 - it's hard for the head to take in a forest

 

1227

12.v.23

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it’s hard for the head to take in a forest

for dream journal

 

all that one cannot see

 

twigs up to dance then fire  

that was us

 

it ranges where streets were, will be

 

it’s all from time so we must

having lost the life before

recovering each from self

 

what will the morning mean in that place

and will they have a word?

 

there are just so many tricks of emergence

 

the rusted street

the stairs bent down

 

under the heart the last of us look

 

it has to be all the one tree

 

you’ll think that you were never asleep

until the alarm bells ring