1871
6.44
13.ii.25
here’s the living day
here’s light
good day to
you birds and others
have you worn
this morning’s whim?
I know some
wake to nothing, rubble
even that can
be taken away
by the great
paw
sometimes
rains down fire
then say
sweetly
thanks ye
gods
there’s our
phenomenal consumption of sky
the mess we
leave
the space we
take up
the eye for
eye
the green and
the blue flag wrap –
ambition
have you seen
the toes today?
will you wake
the bones to be?
do you think
we can get away with it?
far deep in
the where-we-are
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