1870
6.43
12.ii.25
horizont
in the shallows
for the dream book
tune of it
this well
known room I’ve never been
all touch
familiar
where I could
tell the walls
pillow height
peaks
days slept
beyond
the half of
the house that’s under my head
the guessing
place, half colour
all this
weather in the bones
as if the
whole of a life were another
and trying to
get back
in the
shallows
the fade from
here to light
went to bed
in my hemisphere
woke just
were we are
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