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29.iv.26
only slightly
briefly here
have
you seen how the sky
is
falling away
it falls
up
the
tree as curious, inscribed
wants
another world
all other
sorts of lines
and a
splash
have
you noticed a moon’s made off
better
be dead elsewhere, moon thinks
I feel
it too
the
day gone out of my head
revolving
like the bricks there
climbing
as if a wall
imagine
heavens or none
only
ever partly me
a strange
religious garb
voice thrown
free of
days
imagine!
minded
else and always
shadow
on a rock, tin bird
we are
surviving by way of amazement
we’re
all so far gone
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