1922
6.96
6.iv.25
the magic day
for wise surprise
an art of less
a magic day of making
as out of the box just
with leaves of light
a woe betide too
deciding to creature it
here to invent
self and day and wish
impossible to
not be influenced
impossible to copy
my outfold
whisker in the brink
not the tree for our shining still
to be in the picture
here’s to disappear
every word we are
like the nine lives of an actor
or take up with the breeze
wishing fame for it why
everyday all as live and breathe
you might well push too hard
at the making
all night and all day
have been at it too
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