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forgetting where I am
that there is weather
set off through woods of life
through wall of self
and tolling
a churchworth
to disbelief
see as far as the shadows throw
I meant to lose my way
flower falls
so stand it up
patch sky with only seeing
forgetting how I’ve come?
won’t that make me just a little chosen?
as if for an old excuse
like someone on my side
when really it’s the gauntlet
down, run
at every chance I must decide
don’t single me out
I love to breathe
the winter mind fills up with snow
now I’m here
forget which way to go
calm find
in fast reflections
face to trust-my own
in grace by the skin of it
tops a lighter green
the needle dark
through cloud
comes the godbreak
folk of other times press
by in their prime
come from unnoticed tricks
they’re with us today
perhaps not on paper
which world are we in for, wonder?
best when I forget my own name
strange beast of another imagination
lost to the feeling
down for the count
seasons are coming
open your eyes
nested high
wheels roll
first by the breeze
then an engine
take off
blow me down
in the fumes
here to be home
is our world’s work
believe it or not
you’re there
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