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out of thin air
first light comes
it falls to us
a moment we might
swim for, from
makes fish of each
first blurry
so you sleep through it
dream a high hill climbing
lumber of ducks
dust settled
only later
bend into the day
ear first
reaching where
everything waits to be read
like all the years collected here
mysteries piled
it's not me whistling
come to the holes in my socks
like the place in the painting peers in
so we're after other worlds
we're the eruption
scribble
the canvas marred
yet to re-prime
let cool night air in
ahead of day's heat
and whipbirds, where?
see
kookaburra sits for a tree
a certain maze, leaf curtain
thin air is the branch-between
still higher
the little ones
too fast to name
come fetching
treetops of this breeze
it doesn't matter what they say
everything is true
ants carry off a certain scent
and ardent at it
trick memory
today's being as tomorrow's are
what flower is come colouring
thin air
as lit upon
by cast of eye?
all of the gods are hidden here
It doesn't matter what they say everything is true.....perfect.
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