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So real, my net catches stars So real, the shadow illumines continents My Renaissance today took me away from the realm of the real into the mind of a child at low tide picking amongst the damp rocks Whatever I say to you, I saw God I feel the keys in my pocket * at a funeral for extramarital relations until his ashes were emptied on our kitchen table then he left me: a dream left my head and materialized in a nearby park, in all its misty, cleaving splendour & a child entered, followed her curves and this road remains the property of her egg-shaped soul * The fragile castle knows the breath of Jesus as we fly over it in a pretend helicopter the adjoining trees give a stark reminder of the threads we tangle / stow / untangle– |
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