#2085 - here we are

 

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here we are

running on habit

 

nor by hour or billable minute

 

but making the picture

where we begin

 

we never do

but labour all illusions

 

it’s a forest of one breath

and creature whim

by leaf’s reach

 

others would have profit of it

most just will not see

 

here we are

following arrows

joining the dots

here on a hunch

whim fickle

 

tricked up in our daywear

dreaming out the nights

 

alive to the tune as it comes  

 

we know the ages told away

we tell the ache of time

 

uptrusting

 

the all before well strewn about

whisper under

the grisly gist

 

no inch of sky but bird belonging

cloud may come along

 

in the presence so play

to make our works

 

no word out of bounds

 

just a whiff of self beside

it’s all to the echoes go