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you
try to find the centre of the garden 
you
as in one 
or
could be love poem 
it's
all outskirts though
crept
off 
not
as was yesterday 
but
light fell
a
sky is coming 
Earth
spins under 
it
seems to be in treetops 
under
as well 
it's
off with one full of 
coming
to fruit 
here
was the seat where 
here
love will be
so
many deaths unrecorded
so
much springing to note
wings
light 
all
seasons in the body at once 
I
balanced along a level path 
made
a maze of myself 
wherever
I went 
had
the garden in mind
as
if music came from 
and
I was risen to 
all
afoot arrived
wasn't
there at all 
who
was it 
followed
here?
I
found the place 
where
time stood 
and
I was listening 
very
still 
Jupiter
rose 
and
heaven was lorded 
I
was hailed to be here 
and
the weather was with
something
I left 
where?
it
wasn't spoiled with voices 
there
wasn't an idea 
the
sunshine, rain fell 
washed
and shone 
the
centre  
just
where you are 
 
only two people in the world have seen this
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