#2033 - jamming -- far green in the mist of which

 

2033

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25.vii.25

jamming

far green in the mist of which

 

a voice in the timber tells

and welcome, fáilte    

 

mountain moment

hoofing the wish

 

timbre of the stream

in a ballad bowstroke

in the eye-to-eye reminds

 

some goblin stoking chimney  as guessed

 

at the unself end of a tune

and next, and is it?

 

quick in the paw these tricks

 

the dark and the light

grip to the echo, then none

 

deeps in the down of a long lost vowel

 

whole cities burned

 

it’s witching

to saw a world or so

in this many parts, in two

 

there’s time for a silence in the after while

 

and as I sketch it here

 

there’s not a word required