1874
6.47
16.ii.25
he loses the horizontal hold
vertigo
it’s when
perhaps having pushed too far
a self I mean
or else an
uncaused cause
it’s a bung
nerve, wire crimped
between the
day and me
disproof of
solipsistry
then let
another observe the eye
its flicker unsteadying
a rapid whim
of where
the floor
cannot be trusted
neither the
walls
nor I
close focus
read just a
little before the risk
and now I need
the garden
what’s in my
hand should steady
though I
might squeeze the life out of it
worst of it
is ye know not the hour
this script’s
reliable as weather
distance is
my friend, and water
let the world
in
that’s the
trick
stop stock
still
look up
look down, look
all around
acknowledge
the world
let spin
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