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surrounded
by the things to survive me
consider the stone unbroken
a reach of branches into
night
think of the nest and who’s
there
stars, their planets, moons
unseen
clocks of the beyond
an invoice, a receipt
this creek not everyone has
and under all
the whirr and tumble
dull roar of the mirror
itself
walls and fire
pictures of nothing
words scattered about
and mind how we go
the tripwire
and the ladder yet
favourite colours
spur of the moment
a cloud at the time of my
vanish
all just a guess, you know
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