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the life of things
beyond us
ladder and lamp
a garden
tik tok too
days in cadenza
such strokes of lightning as we were
mad scrawl no one can read
we were the crew, you know
a Mary Celeste goes on
the city crumbling upward
new hearts, fresh devastation
the itch past touch
last standing
landfill
ordure, one’s own for a stain
but fades
the very boots to a charity bin
nor are they wanted there
a last breath
yet forever
round a world
it goes
no further thought
no one to forget where things are
footsteps fallen away
a kind of forgiveness yet
will it be freely given?
survivors must make a way their own
here’s a key to what’s lost
a cigar box full
the box, the cupboard, hoiked in turn
who could be bothered with stuff?
and there’s persistence
each leaves a little truth as such
a sun’s to wash away
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