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consider
May
6th, 6°
the
steamrise first thing
footfall
with camera
sitrring
up the birds
and
everything finds its colour
consider
someone's
fire
invisible
in air
as
if it were Sunday
for
this half moon
hung
in its travels
like
a lamp left on
like
a wafer
half
through
to
the blue
consider
an
ache
that
is only the cold
all
step by everywhere we went
you
could forget to stretch in this
or
think north thoughts
steam
rises
like
utterance
tree
is
pond
like a lung let off
consider
lilies
already a headsup
mushrooms
meaning some ancient rite
change
slippers when you come in
everything
said would be steam by now
sun
is just about to say
hang
the damp thing here
you
can stop running away
all
this gathered to me
a
magnificence of light
where
nothing has been said
ReplyDeletemore tension here
than can run away
the north thoughts
everything is said
'like utterance'
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