1264
18.vi.23
4.170
and you tell this to young people today…
or
marvels
for instance of the
age
or something as
simple as
real time
there was always the
weather
as far back as we go
before that?
ever more marvelous
anything is
take your own legs
step out to
day full of light
and the stars to
flower
or take a door, a
window, mirror
lit fruit hung
overhead
that of a night you
might read these words
and signs themselves!
little joys of call
it love
the voices from the
air
wheels that brought
me here
that there are ages
to recount
marvel at what we
know from before
at what’s remembered
how every war is
somehow survived
how we may forgive
forget
that there are people
know how a car goes
fire tamed in one
place
and a cupboard for
ice
the stillness and the
spinning
my belonging too
the ways in which
seem and be part
the told and the
untold
imagination,
catastrophe
the operation of call
it mind
Beethoven and
Shakespeare
the flush toilet
paper clip, sliced
bread, chocolate
cunt and cock
the rudeness that
keeps it all going
marvel at how small
we are
how brief
at how there’s no grand
scheme
still glorious to
live, to breathe
to catch this all
alive
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