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time out
of mind
(towards a
theory of presence)
time for
everything upon us now
all collected
here
collect your
thoughts
this ink's an
instance
says what's
seen
you watch the
one leaf down
or it's a
certain meteor
eye catches
because
you happen
there
mist most
web wove
day begun
dripping
time takes
down its pants
and shows you
a thing or two
all aches it
is
and clench of
cold
when seasons
are got up
that goes
seasons set
us back
there's the
motor hum
one distance
is as any other
birds are
best oblivious
the job to do
is urgent
the world to
change
now ours
beyond the
measure of things
of course
there is the future tense
tombstone
time mainly
and out
beyond the forward estimates
not much can
be known
the past is
much this way
dead already
there
time out of
mind!
a certain
posture's taken up
with trying
not to think
that's
succeeded by the mad dash
and generally
from brink to brink
when aren't
the trees how they've decided?
doesn't the
sun take a rise out of us?
the time for
everything is now
and swim
through it until you sink
won't matter
much just how
stop in the
on-the-way place
cup of tea
perhaps
and
afternoon's all middle
ripe
centuries couch there
yellow as
pages too lazy to turn
time is on my
side
and you'll
come running back to me
you think of
being here as absence
every breath
a little exile
remember the
gone, the fallen, the lost
listen hard
(even with
the noise cancelling headphones)
and you'll
know there isn't a moment's silence
time for
everything is with us
words will
make a mess of it
all miracles
are of the moment
there isn't
any hindsight with them
rotate your
hips around an ache
be fond of
best advice
the moment is
the miracle
and happen to
be in it
how'd you do?
and then
we're gone
must be to a
better world
now that's a hellofa thing Kit.
ReplyDeleteknowing the pace of your life, I don't wonder!
ReplyDeleteThat is marvelous, Kit.
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