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some of the parts of the hole through which we are falling, part one

October 9, 2014

some of the parts of the hole
through which we are falling,
the narrow, narrow gap
between future and past

where the gears mesh and spin
and gin-and-tectonics of time and space
lock horns;
the shellfish then the tempest,
the clam before the storm

the wind rushes up to us,
as fast as a just-missed bus,
and we swoop and glide,
tack and plunge,
and hover… discussing the colour of the air
and the existence, or not, of wings.

close your eyes
and in the windswept darkness
count the rings
that number the years
of your soul

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One Comment leave one →
  1. Ari permalink
    December 6, 2014 5:51 am

    That is one of my favouritists poems of yours ever! And I’m not sure why
    But it seems like your will is sculpting out a word castle in the sky

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