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there
are other worlds in us
bed down
all broken
much as we fall to
how little few we see of much
but cast a light to live
it does us good to be
here we are
and I am too
don't have a home to go
this voice as from skies fallen
we
must stretch to believe
wake
to it all works
cling
for a fact
adrift
with
and
swim through windows
all
night waking
almost
home
you
find a page to write around
ladder
down or up
-
you're there
swim
in the mirror
turn
through the clock
flesh
this world
be
pointed of bone
be
vessel
where
now?
where
next?
a
chorus calls
you
could be drowning
here's
a hand
comes
as through glass
frail
with
how
we're seen to be
with
words
all
proofs of
we
so little in the know
must
carry on with what
that
category grows
this
is my best doom here
be
all aglow
let
light
just
said and fled to air
we
fall away like treasures lost
drawn
truth to truth and on
without
which
why
see stars?
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