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my déjà voodoo
a little poem for Geoff Page
won’t ever be finishing itself
a piece of work one might say
but cut and come again
head like the song you know already
tree and stone and stream and sky
out of the blue clouds come over
just for instance or music sets off
hard line through a fog of chord
all the familiar crew
these rag and bone creatures
were sometime my pets
run the circus now
it’s only in echoes we live
only through the mirror we find what’s to give
midnight’s that glimmer
where the dream forgets me
leave inklings where I’ve been, will be
I can’t remember here
a stretch so slow of the imagination
might not notice you’re among
the most familiar things
where always you have been before
in picnic woods of somebody’s porridge
old friend sunlight shows
glad that you’ve already met so many
I hope you’ll come again
all of us are waiting here
that the journey might begin
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