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19.viii.26
not
here to be understood
but take the mechanism apart
leave it too to time
strings for a fray
geometry’s cage a tussle
there is the feeling of floating
just the two of us in the garden
always a surprise to wake up there
here, anywhere
the tasks perform me
I elapse
wistful
it’s as with this so that
hndle flies off
cogs, springs laid in dust
thing left behind
tragedy looms, an ache
even so, something still spins
was it so bad to have guessed?
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