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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
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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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