#2162 - everyone is a kind of echo

 

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everyone is a kind of echo

 

hollow to that extent

 

they’ll say ‘her eyes, his nose’

 

all other days are in

our surviving here so far

 

we have the beak, the fins

 

some gratitude for whom for that?

 

everywhere the thusness

even just in thinking so

 

every cloud has a peer in

 

everyone’s very far gone in the mirror

 

who isn’t digging a hole up a tree?

 

make yourself at home

 

everyone’s tucked up under a question

there’s hammock swing there

and the sick puppy risk

 

less being more

though nothing lasts

 

I call all these approximations

 

of course at the last there’s crossing out

 

we stop here just to breathe