#2050 - so much precious dust

   

2050

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11.viii.25

so much precious dust

working with reality

 

a curlup of covers

and the weather

 

all that is written till now

to here

 

low groan

a dripping sky

 

the parrots discover our mandarins

 

the mulberry is leafing up

 

was it simpler in a world before?

there were more trees

air had free passage

 

so many things to trip over now

 

small in doorways

shaking out

 

so much we have borrowed from death

and how a page shows through

 

one has to work with reality

neither confirm nor deny

 

under spell

and world embrace

 

straining against

 

tune in a moon as full

 

our struggle is such

 

bit straining tether end

to turn the grinding wheel

and thus

 

feel the failing of the light

       keep on

         keep going

             however long

it won’t be long

 

I’ll make my precious dust