2309
7.116
27.iv.26
in
places we forbid ourselves
the
moon without a suit
no
void for me
midden
deep by mind’s eye
a king
within a queen
lords
leap
can I be
the blood
but
not
how can
I be in a body?
can
this be someone else?
and
such a day as
burrow,
hutch, forebear
to
hammock a question
take
my time to tell
fog up
and here we’re bitten
out of
pants and onto glory
I cannot
inhabit this moment forever
cannot
sit upon a star
though
wish the book up bright
and sing
far up
a tree
may I then
live in the words on the wall
how elsewhere? how here?
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