1892
6.65
6.iii.25
everyone you are
is was here there
in shallows
and the tree breeze
out of time
because of them
the others till
I remember everything that will happen
it’s everywhere else
your thoughts as well
sometimes just pictures in the book
edge of the word and under
all of us and each
there are the events
there’s the eye of it
our little dance
and am too
cast doubt by this means
in cowspeak
as once lit
and crow
because the day imagined
you remember what they saw
this is the acceleration
lie still but the head goes on around
call the accidents out
call out the junk end
bring day to bear
the spread of blank to scribe
a shuffle of tiles
scratch pen across
and the storm
these few quiet moves
skeletal in the lamblight
and the meadowcup
because it’s my confusion
the evil was us as well
we come like a broom to the stables
wind taller than you’d guess
there’s the all powerful nothing now
it’s everyone you are
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