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climb out
poem for Paul
there’s light up top
a scone’s worth of bulb
bright
and with which one may ask
how did this hole get around
me here?
how so dark?
how far down does it go?
don’t look!
climb!
it’s hand over fist over
and you have to be the
ladder
who else?
all the clinging vines
depend
it’s a whole snail-load of
home to heave up
but have you got better to
do?
time is an ache upon us all
we have to put off time
have to put it away
there’s time
have you noticed how full of
light the tune?
and even when the sun’s shot
through
yes, there’s always a
fascination down
the navel’s there and beyond
that the toes
some high dive for gold in a
bucket of shit
there’s that silver penny,
the moon
shines up from the bottom of
the well
just at a certain hour
here there’s some devil
trill
a tinkle up – that’s you
just a pedal to sustain
it lifts all hearts like a
tide
there are other ways than up
we will not speak of them
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