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you
try to find the centre of the garden
you
as in one
or
could be love poem
it's
all outskirts though
crept
off
not
as was yesterday
but
light fell
a
sky is coming
Earth
spins under
it
seems to be in treetops
under
as well
it's
off with one full of
coming
to fruit
here
was the seat where
here
love will be
so
many deaths unrecorded
so
much springing to note
wings
light
all
seasons in the body at once
I
balanced along a level path
made
a maze of myself
wherever
I went
had
the garden in mind
as
if music came from
and
I was risen to
all
afoot arrived
wasn't
there at all
who
was it
followed
here?
I
found the place
where
time stood
and
I was listening
very
still
Jupiter
rose
and
heaven was lorded
I
was hailed to be here
and
the weather was with
something
I left
where?
it
wasn't spoiled with voices
there
wasn't an idea
the
sunshine, rain fell
washed
and shone
the
centre
just
where you are
only two people in the world have seen this
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