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7.ix.23
4.251
day off from the moment
notes towards the revision of just
a moment
that’s not happening, is it?
we’re there again
remember remembering?
and this is where I’m from
am now
go to
some will think – blank slate
some drum roll
but we inhabit here
all paw prints led
a wire pokes out
or a loose thread
tug at the lit fuse too
then lounge, then loaf along
imagine the wheel spun on
and shoulder to
like Sisyphus
and always remember
I know you won’t
moment relentless
is of much
has its own
this is where
everything happened
and will yet
it’s an itch under plaster
you’ll think of it as reining in
but the moment’s everywhere
and far past
by the time you’d get elsewhere
far gone
and where do you find yourself then?
it’s all of us dance on this grave
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