April 8  2001

Sixty-five



 

all worlds fall

another rest to depart

word, a stealthy look

and certainty somewhere bends to hear shadow

the hand on a recent door

old lead hanging

place names here as you wish

shrugging more and shrugging rigour

arranging truth

and no pause for apparent character

we note all worlds

shrugging next to us and managing

weather an invention

dancing some tune

snapping some time

 

 

 


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