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two
poems
in
one book
all others
before
long way
down
but still
further up
if you
look
those that
were burnt
smell
sweetest now
those that
were hidden
shine like
the sun
in one
book
the future
is written
and your
fate
all the
work of your life
we'll come
to that one day
*
or that's
a certain way of reading
let's say
there
isn't a last poem in the book
I refuse
to read that way
when
you're in one opening
there's
always further
by snout
or stick
or finger in
let's not
mention the mirror
smells
like a mountain
so you
take first steps, breathe
rise like
a heavenly body
but how
can a candle wax?
there
isn't a last book in the poem
there
isn't a final word
Wonderful.
ReplyDeleteRob's said it all - a truly wonderful poem. Loved it!
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