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6.340
7.xii.25
what’s
real?
will it be country or
corporation?
a pile of bricks devoted
wallet full of cards and
cash
is it real
weather come for us
the city? its symptoms?
unicorn off leash?
a cloud as far as your
thinking
the crossings out, excuses
tremble of leaf
a question thrown
day rise sunbluster
what’s what
as the mirror shows
grim smoke suggesting
the sea
is it real?
those not here – are they?
and then my elsewhere – can it
be?
ink sinks in
stain spreads
all gods revise
when I open a window, let
light
…
my ‘call it love’, the
singing
it’s like it was said in a
book in your head
you get the idea
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