1872
6.45
14.ii.25
our own magic
for the field guide and godsbother
how humble we
are to worship ourselves
stern words
and lookdown kindly
sky is our
mirror to preen
we are here
to look up
already there
when we do
a special
fascination
that was just
us all along
or any other
animal
astronaut
habits
to settle the
stars
tie it all up
with a ribbon of hate
the sky is
all in your head
they say time
pours through us
like treacle
some shadows
cannot be explained
they say it’s
better to take a hose for a snake
stone for
brown bear
heavens for
fate
low growl
we’ve been
kidding ourselves all along
just take a
step back and you’ll see
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