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vortex –
bright side
I
love that moment
of
not-quite-here-yet
when
there's nothing to do
be
ghost-made-flesh
by
angels shone
it's
alright for those
who
haven't arrived
sit
strum
swim
roll
up
kick
back
fans will run
if the sun says
wee
dram
call
the dusk
stroll
so
go
in
and
you can be the dinner gong
and
you can light the candles
sometimes
seeing further
it's
better to stand back
give
the world its guess
for
fortune
what
if all of life is vortex?
was
I ever here?
will
I be?
who
will I have been?
I'm
the fish sees out of the bowl
all
of the luck that's lived
it's
everything because Christmas is coming
bright
of the year's all hours
solar
folly on my sill
spins
for what might be
work
of being
leers
yet from far
so
I know simply
to
see
my
nest in the moment
must
be here
still
between breezes
I'm
met
you
have to dream beyond the thing
if
Christmas is to come
but
honestly it's better coming
it's
better to
live in the not-quite-yet
where
we
imagine snow
and
a moon shone through it
so
we go
on
and
in
together
let's
call that moment
love
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