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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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