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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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