#1351 - now more than ever

 

1351

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now more than ever

 

I, of the noise, a self among

 

need to bury away

to get between the pages, crawl in

go cosy

 

take off this head and let light

 

find otherwise inside

bare roof to

 

at cello reach

arpeggiate

 

know what I must

 

lit, bitten, gritting

 

mired

 

now that nobody’s listening

must be very quiet

 

blow through as if another waits

 

forget ourselves

and so go on

 

call some – find all

 

who cares?

 

posterity may catch up with me yet

 

I’m ticking off the clock