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nobody knows the
moment we're in 
all
a hunch at having come 
and
even if we say 'we're here'
that
hardly constitutes a claim 
being
just because 
in
a stillness set 
and
you see what stirs 
blink
how
is the plumbing in the tree?
the
past like a puppy 
and
we're the stick fetched 
calendar
winks
over
at
music is listening for us here 
futures
come when we call 
someone
sings 
the
weather for us, just for instance 
this
island twangle 
diaries
piled in a drawer
years
before I was up for it 
now
blank, not even printed
years
beyond me yet 
it's
gathered scraps by which we guess 
must
have somehow blown this far 
a
clock is always calling 
radio
speaks puzzles 
the
becoming of us 
none
of us ever lived for this 
one
day the drugs give up on you 
nobody
lives here really 
but
it's hard to get away
in
a stillness set to go 
we've
come to know 
what's
next 
 
not to mention the silence
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