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desideratum
among
my wonders, few behold
things
I cannot, must and can
and
on the list today
and
lost
for
resolution
then
there’s that for which I wish
not
all of the seen must be known
few
do
how
close, how round the ends
another
world I stretch to reach
angels
pinned to the board
still
preach
few
will know my crimes
and
who detects humanity?
and
in the creek dark cool
how
task bent to the truth I’ve been
broken
(as
on the wheel)
for
just this gardens weight of grief
how
little and lost
gone
and gone
and
me to the mirror too
the
bailing and the bilge
salt
snout
the
art of it
and
set to sea
in
less than a canoe
how
long the damned thing takes
scribble
on the floor
and
of the tune
I
have to be the fish
there
will be few recall
how
far in time we are to go
slept
and dreamt and drawn aside
called
to the curtain again
all
points of a compost green
to
the treetops!
the
robot moves
the
dinosaur thinking
arrows
all directions
how
I am bent to the tune you won’t hear
how
on a stick
sat
up with
magpies
possums
cockatoos
and
everyone imagines me
the
beer and even skittles
hooked
how
humid all
before
a fall
how
still the listless cattle stand
in
saplings
and
breathless
clouded
in self
how
far few
the
ways I dreamt
and
all aboard
how
tumbling down the house must be
and
come along with you
sing
paint it
scribble
pipe
or pluck
blow it all away
but wish
how lost I am among you
quiet in prayer
no one is listening
though every poem is
and I, most wanted here
have stood for the rain
where it would not fall
here’s me going off
all mouth
how exercised I always am
out of an ache of morning
the struggle up
as in the sun
my day in
pile of some clock’s leavings
no one would know the top of my game
how deep my well of failings
the weariness of it as well
how
shook the bones to have been
…
and more
mere
words to lead me away
more
words to bring me home
not
much of the known is ever seen
then
will it be the same for you?
I
know it must be so
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