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sudden stillness
for we are all so
mortal that we hardly are
– Czeslaw Milosz
and now I am the shadow dancing
can you hear the words I am?
I came into an unknown season
with just these you see
most of the houses don’t burn down
most winds won’t blow us away
in my head and all
a door blows open
writing now
ways set in
live at the back of my house
of my head
who’s taller than the wind?
it’s beautiful to see through
you must!
how few words we need to make new
can you hear the ones I am?
have to get them into your mouth
so spread
a frolic in the fears
so vanishing we are
our strife
through your average flood
we most of us swim
a plague of insects is not so long
someone soon gone
in my fortress out of mind
too much for a man to dust
in all the books unread I learn
it’s larger than writing
this life
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