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everything in a box of
light
and how we’ll travel too
the answers and the questions
a map to show that we are
so many clocks
in one picture there will be another
a book in a sky in a frame
the football cards
great matches
towers and gardens and
I live by the glow of the box, don’t you?
desk and a comfortable chair
old splash and its ocean
the plot forgot
I bring my shovel and my paintbrush in
heads on pikes
the past, all cobwebs
bones of forgotten fish
the furthest worlds
where time began
and bright before
I keep the sun there too, in case
have we not called the seasons on?
have lives not wished away?
zoom, pan, hang by tiptoe
headspeak and heartshook
and some say this all just fell out once
I dreamt to keep it on a stick
all this in our power
where gravity would feed
someone wants a thousand dollars
I could sell my house, my car
a truth for certain matters
fleece soft to the touch
a bower bird fly by, low
all the named clouds I’d call
all of the symphonies
new moons nearly every day
pictures of my parents
their last wishes
so much life
so many lives lost there
we must build a tomb to the unknown light
often froth at what we find
some wave mad flags
everything is connected in there
clocks tell us out of time
and this is where you’ll find me
this is where we are
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