469
nameless
coming
from life
for
instance into clockwork
fiction
or a
camera catches
is there
before this was imagined?
another
knock at the mirror
a murmur
slip in
moments
of truth come
scribbled
on water
gods
were once our own creation
there is
no reason they should go
the
ancient world
and the
world to be
we're
the only track that joins them
once it
was we all could fly
every
animal
even the
fish
nobody
needed any wings
that was
beside the point
nothing
in here but what I remember
I might
have been under the sea
all swam
even the
birds
fallen
past weather
all who
are gone come
they are
knocking
they are
a foot in the door
and want
to breathe
make
pure the light
reality
is where we'll be
when I'm
the pill, dissolve
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