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Late again

The page was waiting
like the dark liquid poured itself
luminous in the night-time dim
orange shed, orange head
full of unburnt connections
feeling their way
incoherent thoughts mumble
around an undergrowth unknown
this is the way out
The narrative home...
 
Through wood glitter moss
tapping the moonlight
soil soul warmth
pervades
stumbles into the heartbeat
lost
but in joy
into the reaching shadows
forgotten twigs
screeching out forbidden sounds
rattling
this weather licked soul
with such natural rhythm
I am never alone
 
I am here
a fact
and it is a time
reflected
in the door of your house
greeting me
un-knocked
unlocked
your warm knot entwines
unwinds
reminds me
I am running no more
aware
I have nowhere to be
except
late
with you

(2015)

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