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28.vii.24
a wobble on one’s axis
every picture is two pictures
every word is somewhere else
we sleep beyond ourselves
vanish in a page thought set
we’re testing up the springs
time lost
wend a long way
relive
morning all pyjamas
flag flown far
each ache of day
is shone
by courtesy of sky
ears pricked
night is in the burst bud
the pill white moon’s own bone
little zephyrs
tell spring on
a wobble and
we’re here
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