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pillow talk
or
intimations on arrival
it comes from the deep
place where perfection's never heard of
no one joins the dots
and all the years are with us here
our other worlds are all beside
sometimes we'll need hauling up
ladder let down at least
but it's lovely vista waking
let answers all present themselves
and questions – all are what to do
there was a war
or you couldn't kick the ball
we were falling and falling
by desert parched
sometimes we've come without a context
but anyway it goes
you're portable like me
it must be how we're here
met flesh and eye to ear
or sometimes sideways
waking
kiss
we are folded in
and bloom to day
like hills
that time comes over
the turning so smooth
you'd never know
but if it stopped
you would
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