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the
day being of more parts than I am
(instructions
to the self again)
paint
first
after
jump
up pup
be
my own canvas
here's
day
leapt to
a
chance
pour
in,
pour on
scratch
till sore
and
stretch to show
you're
of this world
roll
around in it
bones
fleshed
and
into dance
let
little news
put
sneer beside
watch
kookaburra sit
sunlight
- that's the trail to follow
go
just as dreamt
follow
the rule
till
it breaks
and
cheer
to
the echo
come
to the words for picturing
get
up from the chair
go
mind's eye first
(where
thing pops)
fall
off the graph
with
a hey-nonny tumble-to
this
is the all-between meals
where
I'm the stubble burnt
just
so the hours arrive
the
vanishing
is
in the work
it's
happiest left out to dry
and
so the head winds on
its
intervals are interstellar
like
ages of difference
make
this moment now
so
at last
we
come to sing
the
words and we invent ourselves
I
am the shining thing
and
often have to tone things down
tell
myself-the-magic
be
still
in
the midst
where
else?
home
here
where
I am working
my
lucky day again
that's the stuff
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more parts than I am
(instructions to the self again)
I'm fixing the roof
where the rain gets in
that stops my mind
from wandering
but still cast that spell, even inwards
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