#1789 - instinct

 

1789

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23.xi.24

instinct

for wise surprise

 

back there becoming

deep in a secret dark

it’s brittle

 

take the words as they come

where we come apart

 

take cloud from the head

 

when with love we’ll call it

 

bird full of tree chatter

 

there’s a ladder just struck

shining where we are

 

alert to the turns of the world   

 

by rag by brush by scratch stick

 

you could break a heart on this

 

paint over the day to be here