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jetlag
(again)
the
imitation I offer sleep
– Merleau-Ponty
a practice at repose
washed
washed up
wings clipped
wondering
image to image
and home?
wobbly with the world
bones of it
skin of my home
I still hear the planet turning
old continuity
as if a certain sky would be revealed
he burns up on re-entry
it's a very common thing
Reminds me of that Les Murray airplane poem about a Japan trip.
ReplyDeleteNothing alike of course. Just saying. :)
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