#1564 - in the great cubby of the superannuant

1564

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in the great cubby of the superannuant

 

wild in rumpus

come to colour

 

no bean rows

but the parsley blows

 

sometimes busy

it’s been said

 

a wild time

me and the magic signs

 

clouds frame canvas

stars by glimmer

 

but always with a window out

draught to rug up

 

all hullabaloo

 

inheritance I mar

by addition

 

sturdy though

weed edged up

 

creatures peer

you have to imagine  

 

step out

measure up

 

to winter smoke

drink sky in as well

 

I, giant of this midst

tin for a blanket

 

rotted through in places too

all round much to mend

 

bitten

come in

disentangle, make things just

so cast these spells about