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returning
to dust
Henro
Day 5
coming
off a mountain
all
wheels
from
deeply in a night so slept
light
kerosene whiff
and the
roar
flat
asphalt foot
make a
dawdle day
so are
the gods bent
worn to
it
out of
this gaudy lavish
religion
dogs
and cats bow
traffic at a signal too
the DIY
sacred
flat earth
and trudge
I am
back to the rusted country
poor
place is re-emerging
inches
from petrol
this
latest love
from
monumental ages
time is
on the way as well
then
every footfall stone
the
world will spin again
pale
moon still sinking west
dissolving
in the pale of day
two
ducks take off away
and
later hear them land
if you
think you’re out of this world
then
which?
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