1898
6.71
12.iii.25
I brighten
aubade
for wise surprise, godsbother, in
early light
it’s with creature
and the colour comes
how sweet the strains of day
and waking
it’s you
for a sky
why not?
just like religion
to be home
and know
time is where we’re from
time is where we go
behold how we’re making
and everything a fresh lick
call this all your own work
vessel of the all
we little gods are everywhere
no need to even call
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