2215
7.22
22.i.26
on
foot to clear a head
by an ongoing series of
views
by moment to moment on
and being in
past rise
and all along
by way of habitation, whose?
could call it a waltz
a whirl
running around
chase where tail was
only to wonder
look up and
watch where you go
there are the bones of earth
in my bounce
there’s gravity brings us along
not another voice in sight
but keep to my own
but listen
always further from myself
by woof away
forgetting fences
learning to be far
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