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inscribe, by foot, a way
some years now after the
Incident
before the Walk
on Lamma – Republic of no
threat at all
with gaze
and as before myself
a jungle head swing by
way fronds
trains of vine
in sun or in shade to tell seasons
sometimes set digestive pace
and sometimes I come hunting
the brow runs hot
a skin sheen
trudge hurry too
for a saddle of breeze high
then down
and hear the stream to cross
I make a way of myself
walk with clouds
as clockwork am
come ants
come flies
come you unknown
a picnic where I stop!
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