Wednesday, 19 January 2011


In the invisible places
where the first thoughts stir

This body and its ongoing history

Like a looked at thing
being turned in all directions
Suddenly looking

A swapping of shadows
glimpses through a sped-past wood
desperate to be poured and underfoot
and in the heart and keeping that promise
upon which the sunlight takes its bearings

Somehow smelling of a sudden entering elsewhere

Carrying everything; keeping nothing

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