1814
5.352
18.xii.24
once more round this
my star
with care,
with wit, with resignation
tall as all
the heavens
dodging the
debris
clocks,
calendars and keys
attachment!
delete this!
even in the
night, press on
moon intimate
and take my
tide
lying down
afoot, hard
slog
wrap skin to protect
from my star
shines
tall in the
tale of the telling
got on with
punching the
air for a point
now and then
send flares
wear spots
adept with
the pedals
along for the
ride
labouring
under most illusions
angels,
unicorns, mermaids, such
and twinkle
else if far
largely by
habit
won’t say
whim
wish on a hot
rock falls
antimatter
crop circles
close earth
encounters
you must
imagine
inventing the
script as I go
the evidence
is there
wisdom is
received
so ...
probability is...
we’re still
in circulation
the rakish
tilt
with feeling!
for seasons!
tricks up to
me
and love
falls in
each of us is
slightly singed
still
spinning now and then
up for
adventure always
home in time
for tea
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