1606
5.145
24.v.24
walk into the poem
friends
are all there
dark
before the mulberry moon
last
lavender of sky
had the rainbow
had the
mirror
had the
pocket of smoke
it’s
winter
we’re the
fire
meet the
memory of things
just where
it comes to rest
it was the
tongue run off with the words
so I rode
on
I drove
them before
we were
all on foot
I was
healing to the light time bent
I have decided
to make my own weather
Day 4 –
took the pills
made it
Thursday
pulled up
my socks to go
I could
hear the far world
see
through screens of sky
long love
in the ice hut
come down
by rope ladder
later I would
burst out of the shell
a glut of
glint
victim of
own sunshine
I think it
was a wake up call
come to
the wall
be the
vine
creek
tangle
clamber
walk these
five days into the poem
see how
everything has changed
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