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if
only this world were widened
when
the world was wide 
how
narrowly we went 
and
saw through glasses darkly 
before
a lens was ground 
about
our business, we might say
crouched
cringed in narrow forms 
which
might be words 
or
hearts to flag 
skins
pumped in our blood – 
a
wrap 
in
coracle or caravel 
around
until the ends
there
were ones strayed from – 
damned
forever
along
a path we never knew 
even
with the whole orchestra
just
in the one little head turned
with
axes and we’d burn them too 
how
hard it has been to get gone 
to
other-end yourself 
just
the one way 
you
could be 
just
one love could be right 
and
now we’re mainly wider 
know
how narrow this world 
how
little we know 
how
little we are 
how
tightly 
the
infinite must fit 
forever
and a day
then
all aghast I am 
thinking
what we are, could be 
hat
and hurry 
soon
be gone 
along
with the ghost 
and
understanding 
now
we rub up narrowly 
despised,
excited, all disgust 
when
did we open our minds? 
and
how do they close? 
when
was that?
you’ll
see on the streets
and
in the box 
all corners 
we’re they’re painting 
we are!
think
past what we could see 
see
past what we can think 
the
frog well boiled by now 
braised,
baked, roasted, poached 
sauteed
with a few fine herbs – 
we
find ourselves delicious
and
learn to accept 
how
everything 
and
one 
and
where 
we
all 
and
each 
can
must
might
be
if
only this world were widened
if
only 
we’d
think past what we could see
if
we’d see past what we can
think 
 
ReplyDeletehear, hear
or at least
here and now
and that semi trailer of love
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right of hearts
all of us alight
roll over Beethoven
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