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on passing
ancient sentinelunmoved by shifting cityflint-hearted witness ~ CLP 09/11/2021 →
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embroidery
how much of these reels remainstretched so long in our wakewe lose the golden threads in twilightcatching only rare glintssnagged by sunsetstrung over hills hazed by evening mistthat fogs the vales we negotiatedthrough ill-lit phases of many moonswhen we lay awakeeach hearing lone minutes unspoolwe cannot prevent this cord running outbut have we enough in →
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Me, Tarzan…
come on then, come onwhen you think you’re readyif you are sure you cancome on then, come on gather your strengthyou’ll need it allwhen you’ve mined enough couragecome on then, come on deepest night, bright of dayyou choose the time and weaponsI’m not running, I’m fully primedcome on then, come on bare your teeth, beat →
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on time ii
waiting for what precisely something to pick you up someone to pick you out one more turn around the Sun next spring? ~ CLP 31/08/2021 →