1953
6.127
7.v.25
inside out machine
for wise surprise
special
we’re special
out of the great mass of when
and everywhere
from call it chaos – the unmeaning
like cast of light
you lie beside me listening
we’re hearing the whole world, more
hear it turn too
slow ratchet whirl
it’s special
elsewhere no one hears such
it’s like everything crammed
into a book, a head, a day
the way we go is special
no one’s been before
the beaten track’s anomaly
so sweet to touch and kiss and coo
time for an unpick thread
watch words come
time and yet so
ache for it
last pages of a grey notation
the heart, inhabited
the whisper say soul
as nothing as the next
and special
everything outside in
all the hours till now
the wishing it
the ways to be
it’s not that there’s a reason for
it isn’t as if why
in the light of day
there’s more than meets
and get this down
shout it out
let the colours sing
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