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crepuscular, Ferndene Gorge
near Penguin
they are
grown up among the fallen
in a forest
of the rain
barkslip,
mudrun
everywhere
up in gully green
stone’s
alive and furred to show
a degree of
lean in all that rises
everything
here is grown over with weather
little world
precipitous
the track
has a pyjama bounce
a tunnel
trompe l’oeill emergence –
my page
collecting afterfalls
the
teastream trickles on
there are
giants still stand
some reach
up through a breath of mist
stairs lead
down now into dusk
there could
be platypus here
who knows?
take a next
breath
see how it
was given
I don’t need
any blade or cash bonus
I am only by
virtue of this
unseen
creatures sense my presence
and go
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