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why must all this be taken from us?
for godsbother
others live
with
crawl the
walls
they climb,
slide, hear them
we give
where
all orchestras
of leaflight
birds as
they go to name
Marslanding,
such rehearsals
things, obviousness
the kisses
descending
this touch –
maybe
the blood,
the bone
tiny
pawprints
till love,
the image reads
skies for
praise
and
creatures less departed
it’s
appetite despatches
one day the
weather will be ours
waking is a
premonition
meanwhile
attend to what will be taken
we will be
gone by then
under these
covers lie
half asleep
with a question
tin, all
array of shelter
heights, streets
and view
from the saddle
downhill
apace
days led
away, names never knew
winds to
which caution has thrown
lines
echoing of all before
this word
forever meaning gone
sweat of
the job that it’s done
why must
all this be taken?
and
immortality goes on
having
thought
a trill and
trip the wire
go down
truth, the
white lie
queue of
abstraction
fact of I was
and you
days of
smoke see it so
hardness
and shy cleft
breathless
wonder
all such
habits of the poem
old ideas
and new
you know it
to go
and with
this last gasp
will have
you noticed
there is no
one to ask
why must a
ghost give up
?
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