2294
7.101
12.iv.26
every
creature has a clock inside
wears
wilderness
ear
close, you can hear
every
breath is all of time
they’ll flee
where
does intention enter?
whose
will my appetite?
every
motion – paw and wheel
persistence!
a scratch
and they’ll say ‘nothing’
so all
the Earth’s inscribed
a sun’s
from flower bright
a pond
from cloud
from
puddle to slash
someone
escapes from the egg
(crude
of me for saying)
all
without a thought or else
you
could call it from a dream
think
back
how
otherly all are
it’s
in the underfur overarch
this
happens in the middle of nowhere
just
cross my path
you’ll
know
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