#2168 - I lose myself in the work

 

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lose myself in the work

 

it’s where

no longer wonder where

it’s when there is no time

 

few see me yet

 

it’s very still

I’m guest of day

there’s none

 

it’s a holy day we have there

 

it’s an escape from time

with it’s barrow

though time brought us

time comes after

it was once upon

 

I love to lose myself in a colour  

 

it’s where I’ve often gone

a line to lead

and I’m in the picture

 

who’s to meet?

how will we unfold?

 

throw myself in

life and limb  

 

though often of the weather weary

brights me to be there  

 

it’s a wobble

it’s a sometimes shake

tangle up as well

 

weigh hours with paint

to be so gone

 

some certain arrows tell me on

 

I enlist all others

encounter such seasons as come to me now

 

I don’t know what’s next

none do

 

who cares what comes out

just here for the fun of it

 

it’s lovely to think where we’re been

 

can I tempt you?

with a warning too

 

come along come along

 

your nose will follow

 

we may never emerge