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nobody knows the
moment we're in
all
a hunch at having come
and
even if we say 'we're here'
that
hardly constitutes a claim
being
just because
in
a stillness set
and
you see what stirs
blink
how
is the plumbing in the tree?
the
past like a puppy
and
we're the stick fetched
calendar
winks
over
at
music is listening for us here
futures
come when we call
someone
sings
the
weather for us, just for instance
this
island twangle
diaries
piled in a drawer
years
before I was up for it
now
blank, not even printed
years
beyond me yet
it's
gathered scraps by which we guess
must
have somehow blown this far
a
clock is always calling
radio
speaks puzzles
the
becoming of us
none
of us ever lived for this
one
day the drugs give up on you
nobody
lives here really
but
it's hard to get away
in
a stillness set to go
we've
come to know
what's
next
not to mention the silence
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