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dawns upon me
bellowing thing
bright spoken first
webs now shine
with the work
who's that singing?
leaflit to turn
day has a mind
of music too
a centre is the thing
that's edged
lit in
and now let out
otherworldly we were
as from the mirror come
bird into it now
night's scuttle come still
you can see
why the questions
who points at everything?
who paints it all?
the answer is no one
no one at all
makes the blue
and rain to fall
feel it on the skin
not touch
but truth
of where we are
dawns on me
the bones are mine
rattle a tune
of words then
in this kingdom
under construction
no one reigns long
no one rules at all
yet the work is signed
there is always a riddle so struck
dawns on me
it's I'm here now
no clock has ever come so far
heart open to all hours
ReplyDeleteverb and noun
synonymous
with creation
good morning
yv lost me there
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I've been lost before