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the echoes long after
imagine a morning
you forget the poem
it goes on
all that's lit is lighter
you're in the music now
come tiptoe hungry
till breakfast begins
and gauge a slight vibration
that's when the story starts
could have been a book
but it turns out you're a scroll
and tumble open to the day
wide spread
the broadsheet world
of was still with
you think you can dance a way
out of this prison?
it's all in paint I sail
forget myself
imagine an ocean
others for the rigging and wheel
lengthways looking up
I see the mast is leafless
bells rung are any old
one is so eyes up for a sign
we could be somewhere else
there's smoke from
can't even see a stack
where a bird comes in
a window will open
just as suddenly I'm home
there isn't a word
will bend to my will
none of this would have happened
if you hadn't forgotten the poem
imagined a morning like this
Marvelous
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