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5.62
2.iii.24
headlong
(a solipsism)
for the Gore Cove Track Series
sometimes the
hammering
as if another day
above
breath and step
selfsame
in browdamp
feel the uphill thump
as if between us and
the sky
call these the
clothes of the track
creek dark
feathers subdued
your own scrub brush
by
hear that too
the making of steps
now as then
a hesitation
and feet fall on
whisper of fences before
the road
hear the one heart
under all
I have to walk to tell
my line
I call the day to
rhythm
somewhat toppling
still aflow
still finding
where there are
further worlds yet
though we’re a long
way down
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