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you won't see clouds when you're in them
we wait around to be discovered, do we?
planet on the edge of know-not-what
is there a where-we-are at all?
no, ever on the way
the ringing in
the Goldilocks ear
voice in the dark
the one mosquito
when the sun comes touching
the river here
can they see us yet?
has matter to think of itself this way?
seems like an eternity
at the time
the idea ever expanding
perhaps its universe too
the echoing
at the turn of the tune
know all these things
were in the years
always a voice
the waking comes
as if it were only mine
a voice uplifts
even sotto voce
an orchestra sawing itself off a limb
with only a violin bow
that's my beautiful civilisation
we witness
writing is always descent
the mind's a thinking up
the heart is where we find it
a story tells no tales of its telling
a song is voice now
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