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19.v.24
imagine your vanish
an end of
seasons
as is
the-all-to-come
the going as
true as today
all yours
it is
insisting
for now
you may inhabit an ache
and more
of the same
such is
permitted
many
things other way round
time’s
arrow though?
halfway
and half
a fall, no
bounce
but time
grows close
and closer
you may
not know when
until
unless you choose
but
not know
why
they are
dropping like flies
all
reasons are given by way of excuse
humans of
my vague acquaintance
my friends
and many matchless
where are
the Romans today?
we do as
they did
that’s
most of the trouble
it’s we
have dreamt up
there must
be a reason
say
Earthscoot
but the
mortal remains
no taste
to tongue
no other
side from which to see
it’s like
the eye
that way
organ of
expectation
like
thinking’s all up in the air
all in a
moment
that’s
where we go
till then
live past
to be in contradiction
one would like to think of a mirror
so polish
go further
in
come to
the point of no fingers, no skin
one day
pinch and gone
then who’s
to imagine it all?
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