524 
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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