1917
6.90
31.iii.25
a quiet word
for the dreambook
anywhere a dream starts
fold away a world
unclock
trust under
follow a nose
dot along, riffworth
branch up
fly
and again
someone said
you only imagine
it’s in the stilling
patched to breathe
some will just sleep through
the bark up day
the light let
in and in
along our way
I, the ant, and you
the ant’s companion
it’s like we were always
and never so there
it’s just how to begin
ever and over we go
all brink
nobody knows us now
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