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16.viii.25
a word is bigger than the world
for wise
surprise
we travel so
far to be
they clamour
to get out
prostrate
a self before this not-beginning
but how we
assemble a lie
in the cage
of day, as all are
always
half way to where the arrow fell
we cannot
know what has been lost
creatures,
flowers, thinking
all the
world’s time in a word –
what was
spoken and never
whispers
in it, secrets kept
‘in a word’
people say
meaning diatribe
and they hortate
it’s in
the dark of that time and ours
a word to
bloom over this grave
largely
unmentionable
the bright
in it, all weather
hearthspoke
winter knit as now
a way of
seeing what’s not there
a word was
dreamt, how else?
performs
the world
‘I do’
or here’s
your warrant signed
‘the rest
is silence’ so they say
that’s the
before and after
the truth’s
far in between
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