#1786 - no questions asked

 

1786

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20.xi.24

no questions asked

 

times think things gone

night’s pockets empty

where’s my card, my key?

 

it’s naked out of hours where

same with the skin

felt here, just there

 

absent, lost as limb

a fine mist peering

inward

 

shape it

see where we were

imagined

 

day will come

as twig rise

when all the edge is fallen

 

tell self away

not how we’ve come

or will or why

 

become

a trick

of light