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a little heaven come to us
lovely to get a bit
to be amongst it
misted and out
of the everywhere edge
frog comes
and a smaller model
hear their distance
starting up
pond of the imagination
leaf heavy holding
under hat or roof
come out
rain must be in our veins
and ants foretold
an oracle for bones
smell this is the world
that’s turning
grey come down
to shine
arms spread, hands, face up
a novelty receiving
we must be creatures
of this love
and drip
whistle wet
hear it
all the way
into the tank
there’s music
in these clouds
we’ve called for
up to their old tricks
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