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why must all this be taken from us?
for godsbother 
others live
with 
crawl the
walls 
they climb,
slide, hear them
we give
where 
all orchestras
of leaflight 
birds as
they go to name 
Marslanding,
such rehearsals   
things, obviousness
the kisses
descending 
this touch –
maybe
the blood,
the bone
tiny
pawprints
till love,
the image reads
skies for
praise 
and
creatures less departed
it’s
appetite despatches 
one day the
weather will be ours 
waking is a
premonition
meanwhile
attend to what will be taken
we will be
gone by then 
under these
covers lie 
half asleep
with a question 
tin, all
array of shelter
heights, streets
and view
from the saddle
downhill
apace 
days led
away, names never knew 
winds to
which caution has thrown 
lines
echoing of all before 
this word
forever meaning gone 
sweat of
the job that it’s done
why must
all this be taken?
and
immortality goes on 
having
thought 
a trill and
trip the wire 
go down 
truth, the
white lie 
queue of
abstraction 
fact of I was
and you
days of
smoke see it so 
hardness
and shy cleft 
breathless
wonder 
all such
habits of the poem 
old ideas
and new 
you know it
to go 
and with
this last gasp 
will have
you noticed 
there is no
one to ask 
why must a
ghost give up 
?
 
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