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12.ii.26
pleasure
it is
when no line comes
no mantra to remember
nothing to paint
of a truth out there
nothing to pour out
blank mind
bold heart
test all four paws
look up!
laid paper, wove
all this, it turns out
preparation
I’m just embarking now
day’s up
and the brightest
is always beginning
you see me at the tiller
shielding eyes
wide wake across the page
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