… then it comes around
really as often as you like
because the eyes have it
& that book in your hands
might as well be made of gold
precious gems or talking spiders
a radio receiver, long-term plans
a pilgrimage or long walk
with a friend, almost missed –
the long-time inner voice
this poetry, how words blast
surprised you hear it...
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