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often there
will be no way back
not that can be
found
now that the animals
are all known
find yourself
still warm, brisk out
puddles of
light here there
frequently map’s
torn, else cannot be read
so much dust,
it’s buried or it burns
we never had
one
feet will not
reach the pedals
you’re in the
back seat anyway
fact is you’ll
not know who’s whom
done to and
doing?
we have guessed
to be here
it’s what you
know, never twice the same
veranda view,
splinter from the rail
as if always
just around a corner
but no one has
spoken
feet fly, that’s
it, we’re all pursued
that was the
easy part
we name the
stars far beyond seeing
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