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the rhythm and the
flow
I know the place we go to be happy
a time of mind
a trap of light
there is so much of which I am certain
descent of stairs
that the sun goes round
a naked moment
then quite clad
at certain hours
flesh up, the details
or it could be the sea to say
before that the other
and now there’s this
the healing
so the wound
have hum
take off
who knows
clockwork heart
and my clouds
everywhere I’ve ever been
everyone I’ve met
though they forget
my name, my face
and though I come to skip a beat
and sometimes may creep like a doubt
there are so many things of which I am certain
I know the place we go to be happy
a time of mind
a trap of light
long since
and far ago
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