1626
5.165
12.vi.24
first writing
must
have been from scratch
of
course there was to count
a
colourless thing beginning
and
since my hunger then
there
was crossing out
scratch
was an art escape
like
something to wear
to
take on the visible
to
play
it
was the making of first voice to stone
to
timber, sand
to
wash away
nor
were there names as such
so
much had been said
much
sung
was
mumbling in one’s sleep
was
all this wish to mean and not
let
river run
imagine
the first scripted word
this
that other intended
one
could think of fire
though
no one will ever know where
it
was
our
work connecting the stars
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