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21.ix.26
one is
always wishing an inch back
I was someone
else there
back into the
mist
as far as there
is no longer
taken by a
shark
or
snake in a
hollow best left
you may think
you were hardly there at all
but a
civilization grew up all around
one is always
wishing a way back
to go again
to turn a world
around
as if it wouldn’t
by itseld
you were I was
someone else
back then
each to own devices
one has to have
read this far
as if
everything were there before
one merely had
to live
not so much the
words
as the laughter
the human
breath for a swamp of contagion
I set off a wilderness
when I go
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