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art of waking 
for godsbother
where we are 
so gently to myself
as if a thread were spun
unwitting 
another nature
come 
to what’s given
what happens 
what’s here 
all green I was waking when 
there for you like light 
every sense its own 
lit
one by one
that’s to smooth the landing 
some days you’ve just fallen 
others must have climbed 
making is an art as well
we shake the thing alive
I was the forest 
now pick up the trail
every animal comes on 
where everything is given 
so logic gilds the lie 
hear the clock begin again
or snow forgot to fall 
is this the world 
I went to bed with? 
and am I brave enough to ask?
there’s someone sings
before the song 
it still belongs to the dream 
who have we here?
won’t wonder?
all the others long gone now 
so it’s we live this 
I must have wished a way to here 
it’s world to world we go
we’re gone 
it’s nothing 
we all fear 
 
what a love poem!
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