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16.ii.26
a hole
in the day
and see through to others
all hearts wring there
on the wallaby
follow
clouds in my way
and peer in
a destiny!
clock running off
I wouldn’t call door
not give the lintel
it’s like a mirror
till sun takes a shine
know how not why
hole spins
makes like a world
who’ll see?
the others do
see to what we’ve become
I never remember
just told all the way to
here
where day’s stain seeps
another side the same
which least wings float
through
nor give a second thought
slip away
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