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walk and the
lines will come
peripatetic musing
there was this
one day
and nothing
some days are
went round
and a thud
march fly in my
almost ear
advice!
it was like a
road run out
clock spun down
there’s a pile
of something gone under
knew I was wishing
myself away
filing cabinet
full of soil, falling
the leaf strew
roof
who’ll sweep?
it was
everything improvised, rust
the grass grew
you could see
it
knew that I had
gone too far
timber in the
ground like tooth rot
it was waiting
for a storm to break
when the heat
keeps pouring on
had to think
no better way
a page fell out
of the truth just then
I knew
walk and the
lines will come
one then
another to follow
steps out of
the dark
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