1541
5.80
20.iii.24
painting a door in the dream
and step out
where the colours lap
light as rain in the leafing
twirl
in time
where our way
was to be lost
here we go
weather again
the ablutions
whiff of where
sketch in a window for glint
and birds so
taking on someone’s sleeplessness
a run at
letting the day
alone
make mine obscurity
dream this!
no one was ever here before
that’s all the magic there is
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