from the sequence theseecstasies
winter by the time you read this I will be
writing “this” left over in the spare laburnum the
strain for gold exhausts the day by four four o’clock
drifting my companions are drifting by me the rush coloured
clouds show up what was in any case never inevitable because
we all hold onto it in common if you want me to
my feelings run up to yours like a barely labrador a
quick sieve through all this so called “chaff” turned up some “nuggets”
but also the sensing of a direction into which I soon will be gone.
winter by the time you read this I will be
writing “this” left over in the spare laburnum the
strain for gold exhausts the day by four four o’clock
drifting my companions are drifting by me the rush coloured
clouds show up what was in any case never inevitable because
we all hold onto it in common if you want me to
my feelings run up to yours like a barely labrador a
quick sieve through all this so called “chaff” turned up some “nuggets”
but also the sensing of a direction into which I soon will be gone.
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