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three poems
1
it's with the first
thing birds
bearers
of light
I
become a more sensitive instrument
all
twinge of
they
tune the weather to me now
this
music has a knowledge of us
I
hear the day strike up
2
upon the place below
at
long bloody last
chimes
with a rhythm we call roof
this
is the first time for the rain
when
it was arriving I almost took a pill
it
has to find a way to earth
it
has to be a cloud first
congregation
of vapours
all
paws for it
I
stand in socks at last to watch
chutes
tangles and the targets off
they
could be ours down there
a
long imagination of wonders
that
it could be so
sky
pissed itself pure again
the
first green thing is yet to shine
blind
in hopes of up
3
now my kingdom
is complete
and
all unruly subject
built!
but
have they come?
I
am a pyramid
all
tomb if done
all
around me
far
as eye can see
already
the shine is coming off
all
the faith glow of it goes
there's
no one in charge here
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