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two
poems 
in
one book 
all others
before 
long way
down 
but still
further up 
if you
look 
those that
were burnt 
smell
sweetest now 
those that
were hidden 
shine like
the sun 
in one
book 
the future
is written 
and your
fate 
all the
work of your life 
we'll come
to that one day 
*
or that's
a certain way of reading 
let's say
there
isn't a last poem in the book 
I refuse
to read that way 
when
you're in one opening 
there's
always further 
by snout 
or stick
or finger in 
let's not
mention the mirror 
smells
like a mountain 
so you
take first steps, breathe 
rise like
a heavenly body 
but how
can a candle wax?
there
isn't a last book in the poem 
there
isn't a final word 
 
Wonderful.
ReplyDeleteRob's said it all - a truly wonderful poem. Loved it!
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